Cashel House Hotel

... up. All along the way we'd see Irish parents practically dunking their children in the stream and blessing them, much to the dismay of most of the kids but it kept us entertained for sure. Just being up on the mountain looking out over Ireland with sheep grazing all around felt right. I connected a little with the homeland when I was up there which was very cool. However we had things to do and see so we had to climb down, but I want to go ...

... the owner, who agreed to hold a room for us. He kept calling us by name--a nice touch.

When we got back to the b&b, we met two other couples; one from Chicago, the other from California. We talked with them for a while before they left for dinner, and then went into the parlor to read before going to bed.
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... The sun was shinning but the bay was still in the grips of the storm of the previous day. We were in the enclosed part of the boat until the lady in front of us started tossing her big Irish breakfast. At that point we needed to get AIR. Jim discovered a nice open area in the bow of the boat. It was not crowded so we stayed there sucking in the fresh air for the rest of the journey. The boat dropped us off at Inisheer, the littlest of the three ...

... 70 and so sweet. She started to pull the first pint and Jim stopped her to ask if she took credit cards or US dollars. She said "oh no dear, we do not." When we said we had not changed money yet she said, "Just have one now and bring the money back later." Now, who in the US would say that? We of course did not take her up on the offer. We got directions to a market, purchased some supplies and stopped at a place that ...

My bag has been packed. And re-packed. And unpacked. And squished.
I've informed the hotel of my late arrival.
I've got (some) foreign cash.
My electrical batteries are charged.
My print outs are in a waterproof folder in a waterproof bag.


Agh!

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Let me begin by saying that, yes, I COULD get used to first class international flights...if I had to. ;-) Our flight from Atlanta was delayed by over an hour, but still turned ...

... but it was worth getting up early for. After that I went and looked in the shops - especially the tourist ones - which are filled with green things like lepracons, shamrocks and sheep oddly enough. Picked up the car, which wasn't hard and drove to cashel. Getting out of Dublin wasn't as hard as I thought. The stressful bit was getting to Cashel and finding that my ...

... the far side of the hill. After taking a few photos we started back towards the van as it had started to rain. By the time we got there, it had become so hot that Gavin decided he needed to change into his shorts! The weather was mixed when we arrived and continued along the same vein all the time we were there, with light to moderate showers interupted by glorious sunshine. No-one seemed to know what to wear, not even the locals. Our plan to outwait the travel ...

The Rock of Cashel was a stop as we made our way to our next hotel on the west side of Ireland. Boy.... did THAT sound gangtsa.... ;) Anyway... The Rock fo Cashel is not a rock at all, but a castle. Here are some pictures we took.

... the name of the town not the route number in which we are headed. What happened to that 4-lane highway N16? It's suddenly turned into a lane and a half, with a curb right up against my tire! Thank God we live in the country with narrow roads or we would have been hyper ventilating when the huge truck came roaring past us. First lesson - speed limits are non-existent. The only speed is FAST or Faster. Second lesson there are tractors and farm vehicles driving in ...