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Travel Blogs from Killala
Left the farm and drove through Donegal town. Much smaller than I had imagined. Drove past Benbulbin Mountain, centre for mountain biking and climbing.
Went to Belleek to visit the China factory, during in and out of Northern Ireland to get there. We did the guided tour, only us, and learnt all about how this beautiful china is produced. Belleek is on the Donegal Corridor, a ...
... 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 ...
... look out, birds in flight towards a pole with a pile of them crumpled at the base of the pole. The other interesting roadside sculpture was a 4 metre high fiddle half buried in the embankment of the road. The warmth of the car and patient status allowed Pol to engage in recuperative rest, so we bypassed Our Lady of Knock and drove to Castlebar and checked into the Harlequin Hotel. After a visit to the hairdresser and a walk around this quaint town, we had a drink and early curry and ...
... shelter for when I need to get out of bad weather, a place to relax, a place to eat and sleep.
That just-right amount of space is mine.
So this morning, the final morning in my tent, I didn't get up.
I wanted to enjoy the red light seeping through the paper thin walls one last time.
I wanted to remember how it feels not to be able to roll off the bed, because there isn't one.
And as if the world around me knew ...