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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 ...
... saw Our Lady (Mary, Jesus' mother) in 1879 on the back wall of the church. It was my first visit to a Marian apparition sight. Today we visited Croagh Patrick, a mountain that tradition says that St Patrick had a 40 day retreat on the summit in the 400s. It was raining, windy and cold so we didn't climb it. This evening we went to a performance of Handel's Messiah. Such beautiful music! I travel to Dublin tomorrow and fly home on ...
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 ...
... in our room before the sun set at about 7.20. I worked out why the hotel was modestly priced for what it offered when we looked out our window. Across the road is a verdant necropolis, complete with a 3 metre high Calvary scene. Talk about ideas for the garden! While Pol had her hair done, I retraced our way into town. I had glimpsed what I thought was the elusive Our Lady of the Roundabout. It was a large statue of Our Lady of the terrace houses. The monument was built beside a row ...
I know that the journey of life is full of new welcomes, sad farewells and everything in between. But I don't like the last time of anything.
In fact, if I didn't know it was the last time, i wouldn't mind so much.
But knowing today was the last time I was packing down my tent called Rosie was tough.
Because it's not just a tent anymore.
It's been my home for over three months. I've had her for over a year.