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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 ...
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 ...
... to check that Naomi (our Tomtom) hadn't had too much Baileys. All was good so we continued west through a scattering of country towns. There were various statues of Mary along the way, including some very impressive monuments to the year of Mary in 1954. Our Lady of the Roundabout as seen in Mark and Bern's blog remains elusive and part of the goal of this pilgrimage, I mean birthday sojourn. As we drove through some cute towns, we noticed there were often large flocks of black birds ...
... 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 ...