My Pilgrimage to Dingle... 40 years (or 4) and back again!

Today we woke up in Neptunes hostel to a down pour of hail which then turned to rain. Many of the Aussie's had never seen hail before. A bit fun to see their reactions and excitement. Then we were off to a quick stop at the National park - beautiful sites, but as I ran back, in true Krista fashion, I took a total digger into the muddy snow - Just like Wells and Scott in when we went to Scotland years back. However, at least I had a pair of pants that fit properly to change into if need be. It's all good. I huddled by the bus heater and dried off a bit, just in time to get to Dingle!! My favorite place ever. We got hit with a bit of hail again, crazy...We drove around the Dingle Peninsula, where we stopped at the Western coast beach! Of course in 15 degrees I ran down barefoot to play in the water again. There wasn't a question in my mind. We hopped back on the bus, and drove back to the town of Dingle (the town without a name) and basically all decided to have lunch at the Marina bar. One bartender and probably only one chef...poor guy...I felt so bad for him. So what do I do? Of course I hopped behind the bar to help. I told him that if I ever do come back, I want a full time job. We finished the afternoon in Dingle with an ice cream - Christmas Pudding? Honeycomb? yum.

Off to Adhare then County Clare. The Nicest Hostel - went to a pub with music - danced a bit or rather was grabbed and was swung quite a bit...Mom was leaving early and I didn't want to have her walk home alone, so off to bed!

x Kabes