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... below but I will attempt to share on Facebook and via email tonight. To be honest, the other highlight of the day, at least for Jen, Jon and myself, was when we arrived back in downtown (very small -- think size of Saugatuck) Killarney and were in search for hydration. I'd yet to truly achieve the appropriate pub moment, so we finally found a very, very local pub, ordered ourselves a pint of Guinness and pulled up a stool outside. By very, very local I mean, very, very ...
... roads with no shoulders and limited visibility around curves at speeds of up to eighty miles per hour, then driving through an old, crowded village and taking what had to have originally been goat paths, I arrive at Ballyferriter proud, but a little strained. I head into a pub to ask for directions. If there is ever a Nobel prize for giving directions the Irish will be disqualified before trying. "Go down the road a ways, until you see a hotel..." (there's a hotel ...
... and cross a very crowded bridge you see the street a couple of blocks ahead on a definite incline, crisscrossed with banners, crowded with people and lined with booths for two or three blocks further until it ends in a T. We found later that the streets on either side of this also were part of the fair with amusement rides and more vendors. At a large village square at the intersection of a few streets, the crowned King of the fair ...
... 8220;This is Ronan.” She said. I shook his had and introduced myself.
“How’d it go Ronan? Any luck?” Seamus asked him.
“We got forty boxes.” He said. “Enough to pay for the diesel, I guess.” Ronan was also slight and was just a little taller than Angie. He had the same black hair that he wore short, and intentionally unkept.
“What do you do?” I asked him.
“I fish out in the bay ...
... the golf course (mountains and coastline) were the stuff that postcards were made for and although windy, the sun was shining all afternoon for andrew's first game of golf on Irish soil.
In the evening, we were visited by Demot Jr, Kathleen and their children which was a great catchup for Sean. Tish flaked it early...the fatigue of constant travelling finally catching up on her.