Almeda Bed & Breakfast Limerick
Main Ballinacurra Road Limerick, County Limerick, Ireland
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Dublin to Rock of Cashel
... perhaps there is such a thing as too much preparation :) I bought a rather pricey sweater but I suspect (hope) that it will be one of those pieces of clothing that lasts forever and is timeless enough that I can wear it well into the future. Ann Marie (helping me to rationalize it) said that it would be like paying a dollar a year for the sweater. I won't say how much I paid, I'll just say that I'm really glad that she is so certain I will live that far past ...
Adare and Limerick
... much like fruit cake.
Our hosts live in a quaint comfortable farm house built in front of Paddy's original home. The older house was built in the 1600s. It has been in Paddy's family for generations. He, his father and grandfather were all born there. He took us into the living room of the old house (where his son, daughter-in-law and two young sons live) and gave us an extremely interesting history of the ...
Rag Week and Convention Madness
... absolutely lovely, reminding me of the nicer areas of LA like the Music Center. We walked through Temple Bar in order to get to a pub off the beaten path and witnessed a fight just start to break out. If there’s something the Irish love to do, it’s fight when they are drunk. Some of my friends have even been in rumbles in the past, and I heard all about them. And usually they are for stupid reasons, like the story where a guy punched ...
Stats You Could Never Live Without
... out with the eff word, the Irish have their own version, which I hear often. “Feck” or "Feckers." Apparently, that version is the one that you say when you are trying to watch your mouth, though to my American ears, it hardly seems nicer. Funnier, yes. Grandmothers say it, to boot! I guess it’s like when we say “fudge” or “frick,” only it feels a bit more on edge. My favorite is one combination I ...
A Scattering of Random Adventures
... Sword in the Stone. No time to go up. Worthless to pay money to go inside when I could only run through, so I, like the cheap-o I am, stood in the doorway by the money taker lady and peeked around. I hope she didn't mind. With 20 minutes to spare, I headed back to the bus station. The wrong direction. Suddenly, I didn't recognize where I was at all and had to ask directions, which of course was an adventure in its own right. My friend the direction giver gave me ...


