So today is my last day in Ireland. I decided that today I would do all the things I have not done yet. Among those were see Howth (the coast of Ireland) and St. Stephen’s Green. I also figured that I would attend Palm Sunday Church while I was there. I first headed out to the Church where I would be going to make sure I knew where it was. It was only around the block from my hotel room so it wasn’t that hard. It was St. Mary’s Pro-Cathedral. It was very pretty inside. Nothing like in Rome but still different than many of the Churches back home. It was pretty similar to the older Chicago Churches like St. Mary’s and Holy Trinity.
After I picked up a few last souvenirs for people and dropped them off at the room, I went to the DART station for a trip out to Howth.
I guess I should do some explaining. I should have done it a couple days back but better now than never. Luas is the tram service in Dublin. There are two lines. A red and a green. I traveled on the red line. It can be likened to The L in Chicago. DART is similar to the Metra back home. There is a Greyhound like bus service (which I took to Blarney from Cork) but it is a lot nicer than Greyhound. The train that took me to Cork and Kildare is like the Amtrak service.
Ok so I took the DART all the way to Howth. I got out and started looking at the coast line. It was really beautiful. I couldn’t find the cliff walk so I didn’t do that. I am glad I didn’t because it was really super windy. I would be blown of the cliff. No joke. I was walking along this harbor area and I was almost blown over. It was pretty fun.
At the harbor there were some harbor seals there. They just sat there in the water and stared at us. It was actually pretty funny. I laughed when I saw them because they were just sitting there. I think they were looking for food. Later some people were feeding them some fish. It was so funny though seeing them bobbing in the water staring up at us. After that I went and looked off over the Irish Sea from this high wall. It was really cool. You could see the coast of Ireland plus Ireland’s Eye (an island off the coast). There were some sailors out there. It was so windy, I was surprised that their boats didn’t tip over. In the inner harbor, there was a sailing class happening for kids. It was cute to see the little boats navigating around bobbing orange balls. Later, the class went out into the Irish Sea where the waves were a little more choppy.
I walked along a loop harbor and took some really neat shots. There were some fishing boats in the water and one really far out. Also, a helicopter flew around the cliff and came in close. THAT was really awesome.
After my last shot I went to put my lens cap back onto my lens. It was my Sigma f/2.8 so the cap was a 72 mm (that is a big cap). A gust of wind blew the cap out of my hand. Well circle things roll and this thing rolled across the harbor and down the slope right into the sea. I watched it as it landed in the sea weed and rocks. Although I considered it, I wasn’t going to go after it. Chances are, I would never make it back up. I looked at my camera and decided to keep the lens hood on to protect the lens somewhat from things hitting it. I could always wipe dust off of it. And it had a UV filter on it so I could replace that if it got scratched. I headed back to the station to catch the train back to Dublin. It was really really windy. I couldn’t believe how windy it was.
Dublin was not as windy. It was a chilly day but it was not as windy as at Howth. I had some time before church so I went to Stephen’s Green. It was very pretty there. There were ducks and sea gulls and swans in a pond there. There were also a lot of beautiful flowers.
That is one thing I found interesting about Ireland. It was the same time of year and it was still chilly yet, there were flowers and trees blooming all over the place. It was very pretty. Oh and everything was green, but I guess you know that by now.
That night I decided to splurge since it was my last night in Ireland. I went to that same Quay’s Restaurant and had dessert. Yes, that is splurging for me. Eating dessert. But it was worth it. I asked my waitress how the staff all is able to serve everyone without actually knowing the order of the table. She said that the staff has to memorize each table number. Then everything is put out by that number. I thought it was an awesome concept.
I decided that I should get a drink at Temple Bar since that is what made the place famous so I did but it was too crowded there so I went to Oliver Gogarty again to hear some music and drink there. It was really awesome like before and the girl knew what I wanted to drink. Pretty cool. I was a regular.
I listened until 11 pm before I headed back to my hotel to pack and hit the hay.
Back in the states tomorrow!
Meg
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Friday, April 3, 2009
Kildare
So today was Kildare day. The night before I was out a bit late so I ended up being late for my train by one minute. That was ok. I could take a later train. This actually saved me money because I could eat breakfast at the hotel which was included in my room fee. I also was able to get some postcards done. Well I aimed then for the 1110 train and hit the 1130 train or something like that. It was about an hour ride to Kildare from Dublin.
I don’t think any of my family was from Kildare. I only wanted to go there because my Grandma lived on Kildare St. in Chicago. I thought it would be cool to visit the place which my grandma’s street was named after for the 23 years of my life. After researching the city I realized that Kildare held the Irish National Stud Farm. This is the place where race horse winner are kept and bred. Seeing as I am a horse person I HAD to go there now.
Once I got there I wasn’t sure where I needed to go. I could see St. Brigid’s Cathedral which I knew was in about the opposite direction of the Stud Farm. So I started heading towards the opposite direction. I started heading over a bridge that led over the train tracks to the neighborhood part of town. Somehow I knew this was not the right way. So I headed back towards the train station. Luckily, there was a lady pushing a baby stroller so I figured that she was safe to talk to.
“Excuse me,” I asked, “Can you tell me how to get to the National Stud?”
“Sure, head into town and there will be signs posted to tell you where to go.” She replied.
“Ok, Thank you very much.” I answered.
“Your welcome dear.”
Ha…she called me dear! Awesome.
So off I went towards the center of Kildare Town. I finally saw some signs posted and started walking towards the National Stud. I walked. And walked. I walked through the town. Over a highway. Through a country. Though a farm. Through another farm. Until….NATIONAL STUD. JAPANESE GARDEN. Horray. I finally made it after about 2 miles of walking. People must of thought I was nuts. Oh well they will never see me again.
I went into the grounds and handed my ticket to the lady. I had prepaid for it over the Internet back at home. She looked at it and said, “Is this all you have?” I said, “Yes. This was my email. I printed it off.” She said, “oh….I thought that you would have more.” I said, “Is there a problem? Do you need to see identification?” She pulled out a binder and TADA there was the email with my name on it. They also had a record of it. I thought that it was so cool. I was in Ireland before I even knew it. She gave me a map and pointed me towards the different directions.
I decided out of the two gardens and the horse farm to start with the Japanese Gardens. It was suppose to be about a man’s journey through life. It had a guide so I walked through it first with the guide without taking any photos. Then I decided that a good project would be to go through the gardens and try to portray the story’s concept in my photos. I think in the end I did a pretty good job. We’ll see when others judge it.
I then headed out towards the Stallion Paddocks. I stopped at the museum where I learned a couple of new things about horses and horse racing. I use to not be a big fan of horse racing. I have heard too many stories of horses being abused because of horse racing. However the museum and farm saw the horse and racer as a team. They respected both the horse and the racer. It was actually pretty neat to read on. The museum was not only informative but hands on. You could put a bridle on a “horse” (a plastic horse head). You could weigh yourself and see if you were jockey material (sometime I chose to skip out on). And you could watch some of the National Stud winning horses in their glory.
After the museum, I headed out to see the winners themselves. The one that stuck out in my head the most was Vintage Crop. He won a race right in the straightaway. It was amazing to watch on the tv. He was maybe 5th or 6th (I’ll look it up to be sure) and he pulled in the 1st within the last few seconds of the race. Amazing. So there he was. Standing in his paddock. One hoof folded back and his ears lazily laid back on his neck. I had to laugh a little because it was like an old football player done with his prime days. Now he was just sittin’ back relaxing on his couch watching his reruns. Only the horse was napping.
I also saw the mares and foals. One was a tiny fellow in Nursery One. I figured that he must be relatively new since he was still in a nursery with his mom alone. The other ones were in a paddock of maybe 5 moms and babies. I have pictures so check it out. One of the moms brought the baby pretty close to the fence where I was standing. It was kinda funny because all of the foals pretty much stayed with their moms. Anywhere their moms went they went. This one foal that was close by would wander a little bit farther away from his mom. His mom would look up from her grazing to check on him every so often. He actually came up close to the fence where I stood. It was pretty cool.
Next to the mare and foal paddock was the miniature horse paddock. There was a horse in there by the name of Marge. So I took a picture of her and said that we shared a name. We also seem to share a hairdo considering hers was a mess…so was mine I think.
It started to rain a bit so I headed back to the main office. I forgot my raincoat for my camera and didn’t want to get my camera soaked. I stopped in the second garden to take some photos before headed back totally. By the time I got to the main office it was pouring. I didn’t know what to do because I had to head back to the train station. I didn’t care about me necessarily. I had a raincoat. It was my camera I was more concerned about. I went into the gift shop to see if they had a poncho or a plastic sheet or something. Luckily there was a cheap plastic poncho so I bought it and covered my camera and camera bag with it. I then started on my 2 mile in the pouring rain back to the train station. I am sure that everyone looked at this idiot foreigner walking through Ireland’s countryside with soaked pants in the pouring rain. Once I got to town I was going to skip St. Brigid’s Cathedral but figured, you’re only in Ireland once…go for it. So up I went. I didn’t take any pictures because my camera was tucked safely away in its plastic and it was still pouring. After walking the small grounds of the church I headed to the train station. It was about 30 minutes before I got onto the train and headed back to Dublin. I was cold and wet. I probably looked like an idiot. But that is ok.
I called mom and the fam and then headed back to the hotel and then to eat. Another night of drinking and sleeping.
Till tomorrow…
Meg
I don’t think any of my family was from Kildare. I only wanted to go there because my Grandma lived on Kildare St. in Chicago. I thought it would be cool to visit the place which my grandma’s street was named after for the 23 years of my life. After researching the city I realized that Kildare held the Irish National Stud Farm. This is the place where race horse winner are kept and bred. Seeing as I am a horse person I HAD to go there now.
Once I got there I wasn’t sure where I needed to go. I could see St. Brigid’s Cathedral which I knew was in about the opposite direction of the Stud Farm. So I started heading towards the opposite direction. I started heading over a bridge that led over the train tracks to the neighborhood part of town. Somehow I knew this was not the right way. So I headed back towards the train station. Luckily, there was a lady pushing a baby stroller so I figured that she was safe to talk to.
“Excuse me,” I asked, “Can you tell me how to get to the National Stud?”
“Sure, head into town and there will be signs posted to tell you where to go.” She replied.
“Ok, Thank you very much.” I answered.
“Your welcome dear.”
Ha…she called me dear! Awesome.
So off I went towards the center of Kildare Town. I finally saw some signs posted and started walking towards the National Stud. I walked. And walked. I walked through the town. Over a highway. Through a country. Though a farm. Through another farm. Until….NATIONAL STUD. JAPANESE GARDEN. Horray. I finally made it after about 2 miles of walking. People must of thought I was nuts. Oh well they will never see me again.
I went into the grounds and handed my ticket to the lady. I had prepaid for it over the Internet back at home. She looked at it and said, “Is this all you have?” I said, “Yes. This was my email. I printed it off.” She said, “oh….I thought that you would have more.” I said, “Is there a problem? Do you need to see identification?” She pulled out a binder and TADA there was the email with my name on it. They also had a record of it. I thought that it was so cool. I was in Ireland before I even knew it. She gave me a map and pointed me towards the different directions.
I decided out of the two gardens and the horse farm to start with the Japanese Gardens. It was suppose to be about a man’s journey through life. It had a guide so I walked through it first with the guide without taking any photos. Then I decided that a good project would be to go through the gardens and try to portray the story’s concept in my photos. I think in the end I did a pretty good job. We’ll see when others judge it.
I then headed out towards the Stallion Paddocks. I stopped at the museum where I learned a couple of new things about horses and horse racing. I use to not be a big fan of horse racing. I have heard too many stories of horses being abused because of horse racing. However the museum and farm saw the horse and racer as a team. They respected both the horse and the racer. It was actually pretty neat to read on. The museum was not only informative but hands on. You could put a bridle on a “horse” (a plastic horse head). You could weigh yourself and see if you were jockey material (sometime I chose to skip out on). And you could watch some of the National Stud winning horses in their glory.
After the museum, I headed out to see the winners themselves. The one that stuck out in my head the most was Vintage Crop. He won a race right in the straightaway. It was amazing to watch on the tv. He was maybe 5th or 6th (I’ll look it up to be sure) and he pulled in the 1st within the last few seconds of the race. Amazing. So there he was. Standing in his paddock. One hoof folded back and his ears lazily laid back on his neck. I had to laugh a little because it was like an old football player done with his prime days. Now he was just sittin’ back relaxing on his couch watching his reruns. Only the horse was napping.
I also saw the mares and foals. One was a tiny fellow in Nursery One. I figured that he must be relatively new since he was still in a nursery with his mom alone. The other ones were in a paddock of maybe 5 moms and babies. I have pictures so check it out. One of the moms brought the baby pretty close to the fence where I was standing. It was kinda funny because all of the foals pretty much stayed with their moms. Anywhere their moms went they went. This one foal that was close by would wander a little bit farther away from his mom. His mom would look up from her grazing to check on him every so often. He actually came up close to the fence where I stood. It was pretty cool.
Next to the mare and foal paddock was the miniature horse paddock. There was a horse in there by the name of Marge. So I took a picture of her and said that we shared a name. We also seem to share a hairdo considering hers was a mess…so was mine I think.
It started to rain a bit so I headed back to the main office. I forgot my raincoat for my camera and didn’t want to get my camera soaked. I stopped in the second garden to take some photos before headed back totally. By the time I got to the main office it was pouring. I didn’t know what to do because I had to head back to the train station. I didn’t care about me necessarily. I had a raincoat. It was my camera I was more concerned about. I went into the gift shop to see if they had a poncho or a plastic sheet or something. Luckily there was a cheap plastic poncho so I bought it and covered my camera and camera bag with it. I then started on my 2 mile in the pouring rain back to the train station. I am sure that everyone looked at this idiot foreigner walking through Ireland’s countryside with soaked pants in the pouring rain. Once I got to town I was going to skip St. Brigid’s Cathedral but figured, you’re only in Ireland once…go for it. So up I went. I didn’t take any pictures because my camera was tucked safely away in its plastic and it was still pouring. After walking the small grounds of the church I headed to the train station. It was about 30 minutes before I got onto the train and headed back to Dublin. I was cold and wet. I probably looked like an idiot. But that is ok.
I called mom and the fam and then headed back to the hotel and then to eat. Another night of drinking and sleeping.
Till tomorrow…
Meg
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Enniskerry
So today I got up and ate some breakfast before heading out. I mailed out some post cards so I hope that you all get them soon. Chances are you'll get them while I am already back. This is most likely always the case. I got the bus 44 to Enniskerry. I ran into a bit of a problem though. I had 5 Euro but needed 2,20 Euro exact change. I had everything but that. So the bus driver helped me out and some of the people came up with change for me. Thank goodness because I would have just gotten off the bus and been another hour late. Then came my other problem. The bus driver doesn't tell you the stops. So I had to be on the lookout and then ring the bell to get off. I don't really use the bus system at home so this was all quite new to me. I usually take the trains and such. Trains/trams, I have no problem with. It is the buses that I seem to have an issue with.
So the ride there was nice. Once I got there it was about a 2 mile hike up a hill and through a driveway to get to Powerscourt. Now the only reason I came to this area is to see Ireland's highest waterfall. No where on the websites that I researched said that I needed to use a car to get from the estate to the waterfall. However, I purchased my ticket and figured that the waterfall was in the estate gardens. The ticket was only for the estate house and garden. The waterfall was separate. So I went to the ticket lady and asked her where I pay for the waterfall. She said, “The waterfall is separate. You have to drive there.” I said, “Oh…I don’t have a car. Alright then, thanks.” So off I went to look at the gardens.
Oh my gosh. For an old time estate this place was huge. The gardens were all over the place. I am so glad that the gardens at home are small over a small area. I have trouble keeping up with my one side lot garden than with all whatever acres this one was. Amazing. It was very pretty though. I saw some birds from the area which was nice. This one bird would not let me take its picture. It kept flying around. Just as I was about to shoot it, it would move to another spot. The spot was not far from his last one. Almost like a tease. So for about 20 minutes this one bird was teasing me until I said heck with it. Then it landed on a stump covered in moss and stood there while I took several photos of it. Good bird.
Like I said, the gardens were massive. The went all over the place. And when you got to the back of the estate, you could see Ireland’s countryside. It was really awesome. For those of you who know me, I tend to have a bathroom problem. Not one that requires me to find a bathroom quickly but one that I accidentally go into the wrong bathroom. So at this Powerscourt Estate, I used the bathroom. Upon exiting I saw the urinals. “Oh Lord, please tell me I didn’t do this again.” I prayed as shooted out of the bathroom. As I, hurriedly walked out of the estate, I shot a look around to see if anyone had seen me. Then I realized what had happened. The man on the wall outside the bathroom had an ivy leave in front of it so at first glance it looked like a girl and not a guy. I just can’t escape it. Luckily no one saw me. After that stint, I caught the 44 Bus back to Dublin.
This bus ride was like riding a bull. No kidding. Even someone from Ireland thought it was. It wasn’t just me being foreign. This time I rode on the top of the bus. I thought, I might only be able to do this once so up I went. I thought that maybe it was because I was on the second floor that things were crazy but things were crazy even on the first floor.
I got back to the hotel and I got a little nap in before I went out to eat and drink. I ate at Quay’s Restaurant which was a traditional Irish Restaurant above the bar. What I really found impressive about this place was the team work that went into the serving. It wasn’t 1 waiter/waitress for a table, it was the whole place that served. It was really neat to see. After that I went to the bar attached and had a pint of Cider and talked with some of the people from the area. The people I talked to were from the Irish army so that was pretty interesting.
Then I went back to the hotel to get some sleep. Fun times,
Meg
So the ride there was nice. Once I got there it was about a 2 mile hike up a hill and through a driveway to get to Powerscourt. Now the only reason I came to this area is to see Ireland's highest waterfall. No where on the websites that I researched said that I needed to use a car to get from the estate to the waterfall. However, I purchased my ticket and figured that the waterfall was in the estate gardens. The ticket was only for the estate house and garden. The waterfall was separate. So I went to the ticket lady and asked her where I pay for the waterfall. She said, “The waterfall is separate. You have to drive there.” I said, “Oh…I don’t have a car. Alright then, thanks.” So off I went to look at the gardens.
Oh my gosh. For an old time estate this place was huge. The gardens were all over the place. I am so glad that the gardens at home are small over a small area. I have trouble keeping up with my one side lot garden than with all whatever acres this one was. Amazing. It was very pretty though. I saw some birds from the area which was nice. This one bird would not let me take its picture. It kept flying around. Just as I was about to shoot it, it would move to another spot. The spot was not far from his last one. Almost like a tease. So for about 20 minutes this one bird was teasing me until I said heck with it. Then it landed on a stump covered in moss and stood there while I took several photos of it. Good bird.
Like I said, the gardens were massive. The went all over the place. And when you got to the back of the estate, you could see Ireland’s countryside. It was really awesome. For those of you who know me, I tend to have a bathroom problem. Not one that requires me to find a bathroom quickly but one that I accidentally go into the wrong bathroom. So at this Powerscourt Estate, I used the bathroom. Upon exiting I saw the urinals. “Oh Lord, please tell me I didn’t do this again.” I prayed as shooted out of the bathroom. As I, hurriedly walked out of the estate, I shot a look around to see if anyone had seen me. Then I realized what had happened. The man on the wall outside the bathroom had an ivy leave in front of it so at first glance it looked like a girl and not a guy. I just can’t escape it. Luckily no one saw me. After that stint, I caught the 44 Bus back to Dublin.
This bus ride was like riding a bull. No kidding. Even someone from Ireland thought it was. It wasn’t just me being foreign. This time I rode on the top of the bus. I thought, I might only be able to do this once so up I went. I thought that maybe it was because I was on the second floor that things were crazy but things were crazy even on the first floor.
I got back to the hotel and I got a little nap in before I went out to eat and drink. I ate at Quay’s Restaurant which was a traditional Irish Restaurant above the bar. What I really found impressive about this place was the team work that went into the serving. It wasn’t 1 waiter/waitress for a table, it was the whole place that served. It was really neat to see. After that I went to the bar attached and had a pint of Cider and talked with some of the people from the area. The people I talked to were from the Irish army so that was pretty interesting.
Then I went back to the hotel to get some sleep. Fun times,
Meg
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Glendalough and the Wicklow Mountains
Today I ended up waking up late. Not too late, more like just in time but late enough that I wanted to get up earlier. I decided that instead of going to Enniskerry today I would go to Glendalough. I would take the 1130 bus (St. Kevin's Bus Service) into the town and then hike the mountain park.
So I wanted to wake up at 0700 but ended up waking up at 0900. I hurried up and got to some breakfast before making my way out at 1000. I wanted to make sure I got to the bus stop in time. I wanted to walk the way and it would take a 15-20 walk depending on how many pictures I stopped to take on the way.
I made it early so I decided to get some coffee. Finally the bus and I got on. The sights getting there were beautiful. I went through Bray, Roundwood and finally Glendalough. Let me tell you. Glendalough is beautiful. If you go to Ireland and you have a chance to visit the place you must do so. Hiking through the mountains was like walking through a scene from Lord of the Rings. It was absolutely beautiful. There were different paths so even if you aren't up for a heavy hike, you can just walk around like you are walking through a garden.
The first thing I did was visit St. Kevin's Monastery. It is the ruins of the 600 century monastery built by St. Kevin. It also had a cemetery in the back that had old and new gravestones. It was really neat to see a gravestone marked 1998 next to one that was marked 1888. It was just neat. Also, Robert, I saw your sheep...up close and personal. As I went up to the gate because they were right by the cemetery, two little lambs jumped up and ran away. They were so tiny and cute. They ran to one of the mom's on the field and also played with the other lambs.
After touring the monastery sites I went for a hike along the two lakes. Glendalough has two lakes. I saw one of the two. I also saw a waterfall. Like I said, this place looked like something out of Lord of the Rings. It was amazing.
I have to tell this one funny story though. As I was walking back to where the bus would pick us up, there were two boys about 7 and 10 maybe and they were climbing up the side of the terrain while their moms were walking on the path.
"Mom! MOM! There is a dead deer up here!" They shouted as the stopped dead in their tracks.
"What? What are you talking about? A dead deer?"
"Yeah, mom! A dead deer!" 1o year old boy
"AND IT'S MISSING IT'S EYE!!!!" 7 year old boy
"What are you talking about...?" the mom started to climb the side of the hill in flare jeans and heels.
"Mom? Are you in heels?"
"Yes, don't worry about it. I have to see what you are talking about."
Sure enough it was something dead. It was a dead goat. After they left I decided to check it out. Sure enough it was a dead goat. Fur all intact but it was missing an eye.
The ride back was fine. I fell asleep for most of it. Before you all think I sleep a lot, just know that while it is late here...it is early there. And I walk pretty much everywhere I go. So I really don't do a lot of sitting around.
When I got back, I downloaded the massive amounts of photos I had and went out for some dinner, drinks and music. I was going to go to The Porterhouse because I heard that it was good. However, when I got in there it was really crowded. So I went to Oliver St. John Gogarty Bar. The first floor was crowded so I went to the second floor where there was only a small group of people. I ate some food while listening to the music. The people left and I was the only one sitting there while the second band set up. Then they started to play. Again, I was the only one in there. I was kinda happy because it was cool. Then people started pouring in. By the time I left the second floor was crowded. I had Traditional Irish Coddle, a pint of Guinness (of course) and a pint of cider.
Now I am going to do my 8 minute abs and head off to bead. Good night all!
Sláinte
Meg
So I wanted to wake up at 0700 but ended up waking up at 0900. I hurried up and got to some breakfast before making my way out at 1000. I wanted to make sure I got to the bus stop in time. I wanted to walk the way and it would take a 15-20 walk depending on how many pictures I stopped to take on the way.
I made it early so I decided to get some coffee. Finally the bus and I got on. The sights getting there were beautiful. I went through Bray, Roundwood and finally Glendalough. Let me tell you. Glendalough is beautiful. If you go to Ireland and you have a chance to visit the place you must do so. Hiking through the mountains was like walking through a scene from Lord of the Rings. It was absolutely beautiful. There were different paths so even if you aren't up for a heavy hike, you can just walk around like you are walking through a garden.
The first thing I did was visit St. Kevin's Monastery. It is the ruins of the 600 century monastery built by St. Kevin. It also had a cemetery in the back that had old and new gravestones. It was really neat to see a gravestone marked 1998 next to one that was marked 1888. It was just neat. Also, Robert, I saw your sheep...up close and personal. As I went up to the gate because they were right by the cemetery, two little lambs jumped up and ran away. They were so tiny and cute. They ran to one of the mom's on the field and also played with the other lambs.
After touring the monastery sites I went for a hike along the two lakes. Glendalough has two lakes. I saw one of the two. I also saw a waterfall. Like I said, this place looked like something out of Lord of the Rings. It was amazing.
I have to tell this one funny story though. As I was walking back to where the bus would pick us up, there were two boys about 7 and 10 maybe and they were climbing up the side of the terrain while their moms were walking on the path.
"Mom! MOM! There is a dead deer up here!" They shouted as the stopped dead in their tracks.
"What? What are you talking about? A dead deer?"
"Yeah, mom! A dead deer!" 1o year old boy
"AND IT'S MISSING IT'S EYE!!!!" 7 year old boy
"What are you talking about...?" the mom started to climb the side of the hill in flare jeans and heels.
"Mom? Are you in heels?"
"Yes, don't worry about it. I have to see what you are talking about."
Sure enough it was something dead. It was a dead goat. After they left I decided to check it out. Sure enough it was a dead goat. Fur all intact but it was missing an eye.
The ride back was fine. I fell asleep for most of it. Before you all think I sleep a lot, just know that while it is late here...it is early there. And I walk pretty much everywhere I go. So I really don't do a lot of sitting around.
When I got back, I downloaded the massive amounts of photos I had and went out for some dinner, drinks and music. I was going to go to The Porterhouse because I heard that it was good. However, when I got in there it was really crowded. So I went to Oliver St. John Gogarty Bar. The first floor was crowded so I went to the second floor where there was only a small group of people. I ate some food while listening to the music. The people left and I was the only one sitting there while the second band set up. Then they started to play. Again, I was the only one in there. I was kinda happy because it was cool. Then people started pouring in. By the time I left the second floor was crowded. I had Traditional Irish Coddle, a pint of Guinness (of course) and a pint of cider.
Now I am going to do my 8 minute abs and head off to bead. Good night all!
Sláinte
Meg
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