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... past Drumcliff, where poet W.B Yeats is buried.
Drove out to Streedagh Beach, where 3 ships of the Spanish Armada were wrecked in 1588.
On into Sligo, and walked around the town, dodging rain.
Camped at The Beach Bar at Aughris Head, a really old fashioned thatched pub at a very wind-blown beach. Not a palm tree or deck chair in sight, but great Guinness stew for ...
I have been staying with a university friend of mine who is working in Ireland. We have travelled around the county of Mayo seeing abbeys that have Mass said in them since 1216, and ruins of old monasteries and churches. You leave with a sense how constant the Church has been through the centuries. We had afternoon tea at Ashford Castle including scones and clotted cream! On Saturday, we went to Knock where 15 people from the ages of 5 ...
update on 10/16 - went to dinner on the quay (pronounced "key" for those of you in the Bronx. - Had some oysters and scallops right from the Bay.
Went to Matt Maloy's Bar - the flutist from the Chieftains owns it or that is the rumor - met some folks from Belfast.
Went to the bar next store - the Portush - nice Irish music -
update 10/17 - Marian made us soup for lunch - went to an Italinan restaurant for dinner in town - food was great - La Belle Vita ...
... houses, across the road from a football stadium. I am not sure who would invoke her more. I include a photo of a park washed in sunlight at 4.30 in the afternoon. This is for anyone who has been here and missed the sun. Tomorrow we will head to Roundstone in Connemara for the weekend, hopefully via Knock. Pol has been looking up what to do in this small coastal village. I am nervous as she has mentioned art and craft in the same sentence as Roundstone. I suspect she may be getting ...
... Today was hard.
Maybe because I knew it was the last time. Or maybe because it was bucketing down and it was windy.
Either way, I cried.
I finally got everything in my bag and made my way to the bus station (which was full of football boys and so I stood beside the shelter under the drip drip drip of the corner. I couldn't get any wetter anyway so I was beyond actually caring).
On the bus and then I was back to ...