Well, not really. The manic stopped at the end of last week. After a wonderful weekend in Killarney and Moycullen, we headed off toward Sligo…the home of Yeats (stopping at a couple of suggested points along the way.)
I’m really ready for a solid night of sleep. We had plenty of privacy, but Aingeal got up early to make us breakfast and pack us a lunch (the kitchen was on the other side of our room) and she was somewhat indelicate around the kitchen. She does get an “A” for effort, though.
And…apparently the Irish don’t believe in a bed larger than a double. Wait…WHAT??? We have a king-sized Termpur-pedic mattress at home, so we’re sort of spoiled. I’m also feeling a little schmutzy (translation…I’m getting a cold or a sinus infection) so I’m not at the top of my game.
Today was all about scenery. Who knew that Ireland had fjords? Well the do, and we saw them today. Now you all know how I feel about Norway (it’s a borderline obsession) and while today’s views are different, they are equally as stunning.
There were sheep…
And mines…
And a famous movie location… (The Quiet Man bridge – John Wayne at his finest.)
And a breathtaking abbey.
Tomorrow we enter Northern Ireland. It’s about to get really interesting around here.
WeilStyle 