Carramore Lodge Bed and Breakfast
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- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Free parking
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... Molony. We think he may be dad’s cousin, but he was a bit too (apologetically) drunk to have much of a conversation. In the morning, the man who owned the B&B cooked breakfast for us. I had pancakes and hot chocolate, and mum & dad both had a full Irish breakfast.
We then drove to a town called Borrisoleigh and went to Mass at 11. Borrisoleigh is near where Bishop Shanahan was born. Bishop Shanahan is my great-grandmother’s uncle (I think). After ...
... and hooks that line the cieling of the kitchen. What now holds pots and a tennis racquet, Catherine tells me once held bacon and meat!
Tonight Catherine and I are off to see an Irish concert near the Rock of Cashel. Her family are giving her grief saying it's not something a young person would enjoy, but I liked it! They artists were so musical and could play several instruments and had interesting stories to share with us throughout the evening.
... at all. Today we went to the Bunratty Castle, and went to another cousins' house. First I will talk about the castle... then our family. We climbed up and up steps. ( well it wasn't that long, but the spiral staircase seemed to go on and on.) The castle was from around the 15th century, and Briana and I even went to the roof. We walked around the village next to the castle, but the village wasn't really.... how do I say it. Well it wasn't a ...
... told to grab some breakfast and check back. So we did.
After our first meal in Ireland - the usual brunch - we wandered over toward the front desk and were told our room was ready!!! By the time we got upstairs neither one of us could keep our eyes open so we crashed for a few hours.
We got up and walked downtown a bit. Managed to find a store where we bought ...
... but still find their way to the centre. You never know the type of path you're on until you've taken it to the end.
So yes, I'll be stepping on that plane this Friday with some regrets, but I don't think that's entirely a bad thing. Not sharing experiences with someone just means there are more stories to hear and tell afterwards. Now it's time to go write a few of my own.