Station House Clifden

... to Baltimore, and thought that if we were from DC, it would be a happy coincidence for her. When I explained the jacket, she offered to take our picture in the shrine. We were happy to have her do so, since we have very few pictures of the two of us together. We walked around a bit longer, but it was cold and windy, and the coffee shop across the street was calling to us.<br><br>After some hot tea, we left Knock and headed back toward the coast. We drove through the ...

... up. All along the way we'd see Irish parents practically dunking their children in the stream and blessing them, much to the dismay of most of the kids but it kept us entertained for sure. Just being up on the mountain looking out over Ireland with sheep grazing all around felt right. I connected a little with the homeland when I was up there which was very cool. However we had things to do and see so we had to climb down, but I want to go ...

... hill on the return trip. All of this biking took about 2 hours so we returned the harbor for a pint and to await the ferry to the big island, Inishmor. There is a lovely little pub near the harbor. We each had a drink but others were eating some very tasty looking grub. They had local crab on the menu and I was sorry later that I did not order some for myself. Crab meat was not on many of the pub menus. <br>The trip to Inishmor was delightful. The ...

... it two for the price of one. MUCH better deal. J Gardens were beautiful and the horses were amazing, even in the rain.<br><br>We are both quite frazzled and would love to get a good night sleep and are both looking forward to the beautiful sights we are going to be seeing tomorrow. <br><br>On another note we will not be able to update current day stories as now that we have traveled to the more remote parts of Ireland there is very limited internet access. But will update when we can!<br><br>

... The water was delightfully misty and mysterious. We did get a wonderful view of the castle from the water too. The water was rough so we did not stay out long. Everyone enjoyed the stories of the lake and the castle, the spirits served by Jack and the accordion music supplied by Martin.We had dinner in the bar and then enjoyed piano and singing in the drawing room in the evening.<br>The next day dawned fairly clear so we ...

... proprio dall'altro lato rispetto al Mannion's. Sembrano in cinque e invece sono solo in due, la gente stretta in piedi con la birra in mano a battere il piede per terra. Uno è Micky Martin(arpa, bouzouki, mandolino, voce) e l'altro Fergan Scahill(chitarra, bodhran, violino, ma qui lo chiamano fiddle). Fanno musica irlandese, ma rigorosamente amplificata. La loro potenza sonora è incredibile, fanno pezzi velocissimi alternati a melodie ...

... il tipico tamburo irlandese. Suono, o almeno tento, per la prima volta un accordion.<br>Ripartiamo in macchina ma facciamo quasi subito una sosta alla Dog's Strand, meravigliosa spiaggia di sabbia. C'è un vento fortissimo. Diego a tutti i costi vuole fare il bagno e ci riesce, anche se l'immersione dura pochissimi secondi. L'acqua deve essere freddissima ed il richiamo dell'accappatoio ha la meglio.<br>Percorriamo tutta la costa fino a Clifden fra calette, laghetti ...

... so well, we are not at all tourists. Wearing our big-ass grins and Irish sweaters we blend right in...we don't even take pictures of sheep anymore! So there you have our updated adventures. We aren't talking about our trip home yet. We aren't quite ready but at least when we do, we have some fabulous memories to bring home with us and share with everyone. I am going to go now and have a pint in, of course, the pub. Slainte'!

Hello! Sorry I haven't gotten to this in a while. It has been a packed weekend full of sight seeing and exciting events. On top of this all, last night I got to visit a medical center in Ireland because I have strep throat. Luckily, I have been feeling well enough to still do everything that we have had planned. I am very tried and ready for bed, so I am going to give a quick breakdown of what I have been ...

... set without so much as an &#8216;excuse me&#8217; or &#8216;sorry, dear&#8217; coming from their lips. Once I&#8217;d been shoulder-charged back outside by a running maul of old ducks, I was going to take issue with Nanna about the disgrace of her generation but I just couldn&#8217;t keep up with her &#8211; the wind was pushing her along so fiercely she was power walking like an Olympian. <br><br> After another ...