Ballyglass Country House
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... my past.
But I am also my future and my present.
For it is I who decides
who I am, how I react,
and to whom and what I attach myself.
I am love, I am light,
I am laughter, I am alive.
I am restless, I am searching,
I have a hunger, and I choose life.
Morning started with a drive to Castlemaine - Dawn was dissappointed there was no 4x there. From there to Dingle and then picked up the Slea Head Drive which took us down to Slea Head which is the most westerley town in Europe - town might be a bit of an exaggeration .. Had a fantastic view over the Blasket Islands from the top of a hill we climbed at Slea Head ended up at the end of the drive back at Dingle. Took the Connor Pass which is the highest pass in ...
... empty bar. There I found a guy all by himself lying on the floor next to a fallen chair, eye sealed shut and blood splattered across his face. He was a mumbling mess and seemingly unaware of his condition. I looked around and, seeing that no one else was there, decided to help him myself. I hoisted him up, draped his arm around my shoulders, and practically dragged him all the way up the steps to the main bar. When we got to the top of the steps, he walked out the door ...
... drinks. There was also a quaint gift shop where my niece immediately noticed the novelty item named "Plastipoo" she placed it in her hand and loudly and with great delight yelled out “LOOK!! FAKE POO!!” to which mom and I began howling with laughter, heading briskly out the door and across the street to the waiting bus.
We next headed to the National Stud farm where we learned ...
... our apperance during construction.” Yes, you read that right, not a typo. Not only does this pub not follow rules, but it also can’t spell. Sigh.
Last week Friday, I was given an odd task. The day before, I found out that a Finnish girl’s choir, aged 13-19, was visiting the academy and was asked to show them around. All the information I had was a meeting place. Creative Carrie had to think fast. Nobody was in the building, so ...