Let me start by saying Kevin, the infamous sweetiebear, is a great driver. Careful, confident, and cautious. I am a bad passenger. It was a touch of an anxious drive. I had to force myself to take my eyes off the road. I kept grasping my seat and sucking in my breath, proving that I am turning into my mother. (Hi Mom!) The roads are narrow, motercycles can weave in and out of cars, and the roundabouts take a bit of practice. Then add the whole driving on the left hand side. Our little rental car is cute, we named it O'Toole.
We got out of Dublin easily and headed towards Bunratty Castle and Folk Park. The Folk Park is cute, but serves an alternate purpose not immediately diserned by the average tourist. It's primary job it to keep people happy OUTSIDE the VERY SMALL STAIRWELLS of the castle. The castle lied in ruins until the 1960's, when Viscount Gort and his Viscountess purchased it for £1,000. It was his dream to restore it as a historical site. They also furished rooms with real and replicated furniture, linens, and paneling. The castle is impressive, with a great view on top of the extremely narrow stairwells. Then we had oysters at Durty Nelly's, a popular lass from the 16th century who served soldiers in many creative ways.
We arrived in Dingle around 5pm and met the lovely Veronica of The Old Mill House. She asked us if we would like an Irish Coffee? Why yes, we would love an Irish Coffee. In fact, I am loving another Irish Coffee right now. We love this bed and breakfast. We love that the shower belongs to just us. I love being able to go to the bathroom without going down a flight of stairs. It's charming and perfect. After settling in and rejoicing at our good forturn, we wandered the tiny town of Dingle. We ate a luxurious meal that included black pudding, liver, and kidney. Then we headed per Veronica's recommendation to An Conair. The blues band was playing Sweet Home Alabama. We headed home around 10:30pm and slept a quite sleep. This is what people imagine when they think of Ireland; green, lucious, breathtaking.
Kisses
Jenny
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