Ballyroe Heights Hotel
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We have gone to Tralee, a small village in the péninsule of Dingle. It's a fishing port. The afternoon, we have gone to the Aqua Dome. It's one of Irelands largest indoor waterworlds with a lot of swimming pools. We have swimmed in the courants and surfed the waves. I have enjoyed this day.
... the pool.
Not ten minutes later Kaeleb can't stop coughing. Perhaps it's the acrid smell of chlorine as it seems like they use more than what we're accustomed to. We get out of the pool and Kaeleb drinks some water. He's still coughing and asks if we can leave. Absolutely! It's just after 1pm, our aim had been 2 o'clock, but earlier is better. I think we're all tired of the rank chlorine smell, we're just not used to swimming ...
... player joined in not knowing the songs at all. Our last was a Dingle music pub crawl....there must be 14 pubs in this little town and we would listen outside one and decide if we wanted to go in or not. What's so great is the variety of styles...it's all Irish music, but it can have any combinations of instruments....guitar, fiddle, bodhran (Irish drum), accordian, concertina, banjo, penny whistle.
Our days on the Dingle Peninsula were spent at ...
... is a fishing village. A lot of the restraints base their menu daily on what was caught that day. Right up my alley. Ate some sea bass that was absolutely tasty tasty tasty. So fresh. I am keeping track of some of my most memorable meals on this trip and that was absolutely one of them. The group from our hostal then when out to a pub to catch some more incredible traditional Irish music! The next day, I took a relaxing ...
... days older than me. The sister is 18, turning 19 in a month, if I remember correctly. We drove to the home, situated at the foot of a decent hill (the Irish call it a mountain. Not a mountain, but definitely higher up than the rest of town, with views of the sea, to boot). We bumped along the unpaved mountain road until we reached their house. I then met my friend's youngest brother, 15, and dad. My friend's parents were great hosts. They made sure I ...