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... He was an important figure for the catholics in Irish history. After dinner a young man came to teach us some Irish songs. He played the guitar while we belted out the lyrics to "The Galway Girl", "Fields of Athenry", "Mollie Malone", and "Dirty Old Town". The songs were stuck in my head for the rest of the night and still are! After singing, we played a trivia game, and my team won accidentally! It was a joke because the scorers miscalculated the points. We know ...
... out at the sea and the wild Irish landscape, it just seemed right.
Another stop on the loop was the Reasc Monastery ruins dating from the 6th to 12th centuries. The sun was shining brightly so everything took on an amazing beauty. I was especially taken with the stone Celtic pillar dating from 500 B.C. with interesting carvings. Our final stop was the ruined church of Kilmalkedar, the Norman center of worship for this part of the peninsula. By that time, we ...
... homes. Into the icecream shop for indulgence. And out to the water to take a nice relaxing nap while soaking in some sun. But what is that noise I hear? Who are all these people? I hear Highland bagpipes coming closer, closer, hardly a peaceful instrument. Soon I see a tweenager type boy walking through the crowd, tooting on the pipes, followed by children carrying big boats. They looked like scouts, and later I found out they were from the youth ...
... on uilleann pipes and tin whistle. The next hour was a husband and wife on guitars singing lovely songs. Their names might be Noel Shine and Mary Greene, but don't quote me on that.
Most everyone went off afterward to the Courthouse pub (owned by Tommy O'Sullivan) to listen to more music. I enjoyed the concert, but I'd had enough mournful songs and chirpy, whistley music for one night.
Crossing my fingers that my poltergeist or banshee or whatever it is stays quiet ...
... us to get onto the step of the island. It wasn't too difficult, but I could see that it would be quite difficult and dangerous if the ocean was even more violent than it was today.
Skellig Micheal is a jagged 217m high island and is larger of the two islands and is a Unesco World Heritage site. Skellig Micheal is the last place you would think anyone would land, let alone have a community there. Yet early Christian monks settled ...