Maol Reidh Hotel Tullycross

... No words were spoken, but the apparition remained for two hours. At the scene of the apparition is a beautiful shrine, a chapel, and a large church.

We went into the shrine while a Mass was being said, and were able to receive Holy Communion. We walked out when Mass was over and we were followed by a woman who stopped us. She had noticed the jacket I was wearing, which our son had bought at the National Law Enforcement Officers Memorial in Washington, DC. She had ...

... at some point and make it all the way to the peak.

When we got down we stopped at the Irish Famine Memorial which was really interesting. It is a large metal ship, but its covered with skeletons in memory of all the people who died on "the coffin ships" when they were emigrating out of Ireland. It was a pretty moving sight and I am glad that we stopped there....

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... took the man in and kept him safe until it was his time to ascend the thrown. To repay the clergy for their kindness he vowed to build them a brand new church, but when he returned years later and asked the priests how they liked their new church he found that it had never been built. this is because the stone masons didnt have things like map quest or a tom tom, so instead of building the church where Ballintubbers Abbey is they built ...

Ok so we drove about two hours in the pouring rain to get to Ashford Castle. The roads were narrow and lined with stone walls. Quite a harrowing ride. We gasped at all the cars coming towards us at top speed. I kept thinking they were in our lane. We stopped in a little village for a break and to have a pint of Guinness. We tucked into a little place that was so quaint and old world. The little old lady behind the bar was ...

... sure how we were going to get to Cong from Ballinrobe, where the bus was going to drop us off…we figured we would just walk the six miles. Our bus drivers suggest we hitchhike. The bus ride was our first look at the real Irish countryside, which is, sadly, completely beyond description. Unless you’ve been here, I swear you’ve never seen anything so green, rolling, and beautiful. So…we got dropped off ...

... Micky è un animale da palcoscenico, ogni pezzo ha la sua storiella o battuta. Ogni storiella termina con le risate, quella del pubblico e la sua, fragorosa, inimitabile, contagiosa.
Fergan è un chitarrista eccezionale. Suona con una chitarra elettroacustica, collegata con due pick up ad una pedaliera da cui ricava sostanzialmente due suoni, uno che usa per accompagnare Micky con potenti bassi e uno per gli assoli, autentiche perle. Usa ...

... giornata è stellare e tutto splende.
Arriviamo in città saltando la Sky Drive, che ci riserviamo per domani, oggi siamo troppo stanchi.
L'ostello, il Clifden Town Hostel è ok, abbiamo una stanza privata con vista sul laghetto. La cucina è a disposizione, ma ceniamo fuori, da Cullen's che serve una ottima zuppa ( adoro le zuppe irlandesi, col pane nero!ma perchè ne danno così poco?). La signora che ci serve, che ha l'aria di essere anche la cuoca, ha anche ...

... that was built in the shape of an upturned boat. Surprisingly 2000 years later it is all still in tact and water proof - amazing architecture for that time. We headed back to Dingle and bought a frozen pizza for tea (big spenders) and then headed back over the Connor Pass. Still spectacular the second time over the pass.... Tomorrow we head off to Kilarney via the ring of kerry. we will be staying at a B&B - another big brekky!

... an open air market open as well. There were a few boats outside the Yacht Club that had gone on fire, they looked a dismal sight. One had gone on fire and had set fire to the boats on either side of it. I met Clare afterwards and we went and got a take away. Later we went to a local pub for a few pints and ended up in the Howth Yacht Club for a night cap. We retired early enough as we had a longish trip ahead of us tomorrow.

... by coach-loads of old people in the adjacent visitor centre. Just what is it with old people these days? Back when I was young they were seen and not heard, always polite to their juniors and never much in a hurry to get anywhere. Now they were noisy, boisterous and pushed me out of the way with elbows or handbags when, heaven forbid, I stood in the way of that must-have leprechaun tea towel or pretty picture ...