Day Three and we're half-way through our exploration. It already feels like we're such a family of misfits. Sean took through county Clare - Tempest One Burial Ground, the stones were such a cool thing to look at - The Cliffs of Moher were even better the second time around. Check them out in HP - I believe that you can see a peak in number 6. We grabbed a bit of lunch in the surfer town of Linish(?) Picture Newport in February, a desolate Ghost town now, but HOPPIN' in the summer time. The Corkscrew Hill was as twisted as ever. Still love it. And then we were welcomed into Galway with a wonderful glow of Christmas lights warming the streets. We stopped at The Burren, checked into the Kinlay House Galway. 12 Pubs of Christmas crawl, clad with the boys from Scottland in their ugly Christmas jumpers and kilts. LOVE IT. Best and worst idea ever. Grabbed a pint of Hennsey at one of the pubs, and caught a footbal game on one of the tvs. A girl asked what the deal was with the Guinness Toucan...why? Simple. The same reason for the pair of Tony the Tiger and Frosted Flakes. A match made in heaven.
Day Four and we were out the door at 8:30 prompt and out on the road again.
Feeling not so fabulous :/ Who would have thought a single cider would do me in. Irish coffees at a cute little pub on our way to the mountainside. Mom got a Bailey's and unfortunately I passed. Can't hold my alcohol. Warmed us up to take on St. Patrick's Mountain (Caugh Mountain - Paramount Pictures logo ring a bell??) - breath taking - can't believe thousands hike it annually, and barefoot! took a few snap shots at the famine statue. So sad. We took off to take a gander at Kannaugh Abbey - so gorgeous. We also took a drive through Westport, Ireland. Such a quaint little town, and they are so lovely. We stopped off for a group photo at Connemara - the statue with no purpose. Kinda gave everyone a laugh, and made our way back to Galway for a spot of dinner and to take on the remaining pubs. There was a pretty awesome dou at one of the pubs - a bit of rockabilly - but a fun catchy pair of boys witha guitar and a banjo. The King's Head was our last stop, and although nice and Christmasy from the outside - I walked into a bar full of sticky floors and girls in shorts and heels far too short for freezing temperatures. Live rock band that wasn't so bad, but the day had worn on me so I took in my last bit of music and headed home for the night.
Oh, how could I have forgotten to mention the wonderful Christmas Markets we visited on Wednesday night. MULLED WINE! Score. Oh how I missed your delicious warmth and spices. Mom of course mingled with more of the stall sellers - and stumbled across a couple from Jersey/Boston selling Jewelry. Of course, the States always seem to track us down.
Friday, and our final day of the tour kicked off with a bright and shiny morning walk. We found a bead shoppe off the beaten path and picked up a few tokens to take home. We then headed back to the hostel to meet up with the crew for a bit of a stroll around town. No sooner did we head out the door and make it a half mile down the road then it started to rain on us all. Ah well - so it goes. We dried off, packed up and back on the bus for Dublin. Saying our goodbyes to new friends and our driver, Peter. A bit depressing leaving such a grand time behind us...but looking forward to adventures in London and the day when I come back to Ireland once again :) Jodie - get your things together! Let's go see the Dublin you once (sorta) loved.
Off to Heathrow - and my second home...LONDON BOUND!
xx KB
Day Four and we were out the door at 8:30 prompt and out on the road again.
Feeling not so fabulous :/ Who would have thought a single cider would do me in. Irish coffees at a cute little pub on our way to the mountainside. Mom got a Bailey's and unfortunately I passed. Can't hold my alcohol. Warmed us up to take on St. Patrick's Mountain (Caugh Mountain - Paramount Pictures logo ring a bell??) - breath taking - can't believe thousands hike it annually, and barefoot! took a few snap shots at the famine statue. So sad. We took off to take a gander at Kannaugh Abbey - so gorgeous. We also took a drive through Westport, Ireland. Such a quaint little town, and they are so lovely. We stopped off for a group photo at Connemara - the statue with no purpose. Kinda gave everyone a laugh, and made our way back to Galway for a spot of dinner and to take on the remaining pubs. There was a pretty awesome dou at one of the pubs - a bit of rockabilly - but a fun catchy pair of boys witha guitar and a banjo. The King's Head was our last stop, and although nice and Christmasy from the outside - I walked into a bar full of sticky floors and girls in shorts and heels far too short for freezing temperatures. Live rock band that wasn't so bad, but the day had worn on me so I took in my last bit of music and headed home for the night.Oh, how could I have forgotten to mention the wonderful Christmas Markets we visited on Wednesday night. MULLED WINE! Score. Oh how I missed your delicious warmth and spices. Mom of course mingled with more of the stall sellers - and stumbled across a couple from Jersey/Boston selling Jewelry. Of course, the States always seem to track us down.
Friday, and our final day of the tour kicked off with a bright and shiny morning walk. We found a bead shoppe off the beaten path and picked up a few tokens to take home. We then headed back to the hostel to meet up with the crew for a bit of a stroll around town. No sooner did we head out the door and make it a half mile down the road then it started to rain on us all. Ah well - so it goes. We dried off, packed up and back on the bus for Dublin. Saying our goodbyes to new friends and our driver, Peter. A bit depressing leaving such a grand time behind us...but looking forward to adventures in London and the day when I come back to Ireland once again :) Jodie - get your things together! Let's go see the Dublin you once (sorta) loved.
Off to Heathrow - and my second home...LONDON BOUND!
xx KB
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