Ok, so I can’t go a whole week without saying something. It goes against my nature. My fingers are itching to type something and considering that it’s done nothing but rain since I’ve arrived, I’ve got some time to type out a few words.
Now, I didn’t expect Ireland to be Miami, but c’mon. This place makes Seattle look bright and cheery. The only day it didn’t rain was during my pub crawl. And a lot of good that did since we sat in bars for nine hours straight. Yeah, you read that right. Nine. Hours. Straight. Who the heck does that? Someone with more endurance than me. That’s for sure.
Here I am partaking in drink #1. And don’t give me any crap about drinking a girlie drink like cider. I’ll have you know that that stuff is strong. And it wasn’t until the second bar that I learned that it came in smaller bottles than 568ml which is what I started out with. Hiccup.
I made all sorts of friends during the crawl including Millie the pub dog. Millie was the only thing with a heartbeat that wasn’t drinking.
The crawl was a lot of fun. Or craic as they say over here. Pronounced “crack” craic is Gaelic for fun which is what the Irish specialize in. The weather may be crappy, but the people are extremely warm and welcoming. Super quick to smile and happy to point you in the right direction. Which is always a pub in their mind.
Besides pubs, I’ve taken some other tours that have been fascinating. Today a group of us went to the Blarney Castle with a few stops along the way. Here are a few pictures of things that caught my eye…
Everywhere you look there’s something spectacular to see. Especially if you are into ruins and such. Which I totally am. Especially old cemeteries. I really like poking around those. The older and creepier the better.
And of course Blarney Castle was fascinating. No, I didn’t kiss the stone. Blech. Do you know how many people kiss that thing each day? No thanks. They say that kissing the stone makes you more eloquent. I think I’m eloquent enough. Thank you very much.
Oh, and let me tell you something about climbing the castle…
It was terrifying. Like I felt like I was going to hurl. The steps are made of stone which get super slick when it’s wet. Climbing up the ridiculously tight staircase with people in front and behind me had me picturing human dominoes if someone slipped.
If I had known how bad the stairs were I would never have done it. But once you start, there’s absolutely no going backwards.
I would’ve loved to have toured Blarney House but it was closed for the season. Doesn’t it look like a scene from Downton Abbey? I guess that means I have to come back someday. During the sunny season. Is there a sunny season here?
Even though the weather hasn’t been cooperating, I’ve still enjoyed my time here. And on the upside this weather was the perfect excuse to buy an Irish cable knit sweater and scarf. I think it’s a requirement that you leave here with a sweater. More out of necessity than desire…