A Travellerspoint blog

July 2016

Ireland Day 8: The Edge of the World

all seasons in one day

D0885AE8BCE5EF1F4A516F21B2A28C9A.jpegD093DD709377A72C509D1B509F151EE5.jpeg90_D09885DEB409540D05B1F5F318D4EBB2.jpegD09BF8B2D3B9414F2CD8F21F473FE41E.jpeg90_D0A11BCEE17A567F5F77D687A1F9EA14.jpeg90_D0A5C5D2E573A93DFFB8903505B1B783.jpeg90_D0BD13E9C9C0BA4A2E891D6D2310AF06.jpeg90_D0CB3FF3A83BF12E105858A0B3F562A2.jpeg90_D0D2F6A2C1D255D99D4EBBCB1274F1EC.jpeg90_D0E70044A0D52DC7354BBB130C8BBFCC.jpegD0F6D19E91C237BA150EE098CDBC8F4A.jpeg90_D10DCC5E07B7103B64D873EC3083C36D.jpeg
We started off our day on Achill Island by driving clockwise, starting off towards the southwest. We came to a place called Kildavnet. The element "kil" in Irish place names generally derives from "cill" which means church. "Davnet" is a form of the name Dymphna, an Irish saint who is patron of those struggling with mental disorders. St. Dymphna was an Irish princess whose father went insane and began to lust after her: she fled, and he eventually caught up with her in Belgium and had her killed. According to legend, she stopped in Achill on her way, and thus this church and well are associated with St. Dymphna. We looked at the church and the tragic graves of victims of the Famine, then walked down to the well which is next to the ocean.
90_D1A1BB50BCAD1CCAC147BED7BA2FE08C.jpeg90_D1A7C595A165F276652EF3C5DE98A495.jpegD1AB74C9A005FAECF6C2DEF2C8FB727A.jpeg90_D1B7B983A17747F7890EF0653C9FCD6E.jpegD1C5120C9CC62DA748FDC7D18E53DA3C.jpeg90_D1CF1A72AC6A7275F2DE657EE8409F43.jpeg270_D1D56F8EA045145DA421240EADC24A1A.jpeg
Next to the church, graveyard, and well is Kildavnet Castle: it was one of Granuaile (Grace O'Malley)'s strongholds. Granuaile was a chieftain of the O'Malley clan during the sixteenth century. She is often referred to as the "pirate queen of Connacht" for her actions against other clans and the English who were consolidating their power in Ireland at the time. This was one of her smaller castles: nearby Rockfleet (outside Newport) and her castle on Clare Island were more important. It is an interesting ruin, and is open for anyone to go inside.
90_E46FC03DA55DD30213AB46550DB82BF4.jpegE47ED3B50116B4CAB103636F42EB6D59.jpegE4A37AB9A71F2A854810235D2358FA86.jpeg
Beautiful views as we drive around Achill Island. It really feels like the edge of the world, especially when you are driving along the side of the cliffs.
90_E4D3F921F04AC8395C079E7E782CAD36.jpeg
A lonely island off of Achill.
90_E4F1A324C086B76FA1154A0B766182C7.jpeg
Lunch at a tiny pub along the way.
90_35EC7B8EE8FFDB4F933A23828763FC69.jpeg90_35F5CEF5963AB1F57A872D73B9E2A4CA.jpeg
A beautiful stream at Keem beach at the tip of Achill Island.
90_362147E5EC4C355110DB08AFA3B449A4.jpeg36296873EDBC95CA484899A07F51C920.jpeg3641727005283900560A37F41870CB39.jpeg364759CCB005CFF5F077E6F7249E14E1.jpeg364D7B829408913670CAB45349B53FF2.jpeg3652A066B1D667F21078C7B46768AC0C.jpeg
Keem Beach: our host mentioned that from there "the next stop is America." It is a beautiful place. Adrian and Mary Kathleen both highly encouraged us to go to Keem, but both warned us about the roads. The roads weren't that bad, probably because most everyone is a tourist frightened of the roads and thus being careful.
90_36812C34D524D3E06C1E372E2CF14E07.jpeg
Catherine enjoying a delicious ice cream at Keem beach.
36B0B41ADC56F41CD8F4194E8F091F53.jpeg90_36BA4BFE9C72E53AD7A2F6C87D9B0280.jpeg36DD8946AF64349D69E4DC2A26156898.jpeg90_370771AAD1595CD1300E8803848EB035.jpeg37120CB5FCE22750BCB33DDE50F090DC.jpeg180_3716ABE0AE3EEB2BF0F9A7EEAC974926.jpeg371CB1E2F2409EB061C1725919712C88.jpeg3724147AD2C17BDF759155569FA8FC8F.jpeg180_372F87F5B5ABF6B88D6C1D917F0F5338.jpeg373B6298CE3A6344FA025AE4AB27A19F.jpeg
Some views of the Deserted Village in Achill. This was formerly used as "booley" housing, for semi-nomadic cow herding people. We spoke to a "modern day shepherd" near the village who was training his sheepdog. We had a nice conversation with him about how life has changed in Achill and how he retired from a job in England in his thirties to buy a farm in Achill. It was a very interesting conversation.
376142EAEA8F919807EDE880E1E9EA93.jpeg
Palm trees!
3777C49EEDC92B0E27D037C04AB58AF1.jpeg90_377F764E9C869EA30DA7C9C4E064F4EB.jpeg90_3787E762D63D84C19E30A1D724741B67.jpeg
A bog where turf was dug up and drying. We drove in looking for "the crannog" that was signposted, but Catherine has been fearful of bogs since our adventures in Glencolumcille and so we drove out quickly.
37A88288CC52AAC4967D03F1ED16149A.jpeg37FA6704FAFE0AC1F63F174F55E1DE2D.jpeg90_38151B5BCD2E625491579A9B529B95D8.jpeg
A place we stopped to look at the view in between Achill and Newport.
3837534E0307231D644B5512641FA929.jpeg
Croagh Patrick, the holy mountain, from across Clew Bay.
3857C2D39930100DFC1274DAC63109DF.jpeg90_38624567D2B67BAC5BB3C71DC77D8082.jpeg90_386F884AED8BE90B1BBA6C6A5B5A8699.jpeg3874F713C3EA135950B94B0D307A4C53.jpeg387A91CAF76F8D55EB2A52D9B1777192.jpeg180_387EE409FFA48D4237D8FE6E907FA23C.jpeg
90_388377D6B6A3EC759BB32618514B237F.jpeg
Rockfleet Castle, another of Granuaile's strongholds. It is larger than Kildavnet and seems better defended. Unfortunately it is closed for restoration right now: usually it is open for people to go inside.
38C3E9429629D4C8FDC65010775B3340.jpeg38D5BCA9D0A6A212CD9EE41854038A84.jpeg38DCCFF7D20042F74CE148EC1DDE586F.jpeg90_38F941A0C0A58E0C32CFA8B0EB47439B.jpeg90_3905B1D7084C15BAC7C1FF76A3B12AB0.jpeg90_391783C4D3239D344FCDE70D12C0F44F.jpeg90_39230DE90E3F0A8526993794EEDB9563.jpeg90_392CC1C59CDA5F422C27BBDA980C55D3.jpeg90_39387E35EFB686498400975A5CB755D1.jpeg
After Rockfleet, we went to Burrishoole Friary, which was a fascinating ruin. There are several intriguing grave markers here, some of rather notable people.
90_39BD4A47AA1CA536CBC2DDB0EAFE4289.jpeg39C731109FA56D05EB6530536CC20BB9.jpeg39D0649CCDF21979F670BE5F6E900552.jpeg90_3A27A922BB752B9A472A323258246E6F.jpeg90_3A3248AC9D50777FB144EFEFE813FA4A.jpeg3A360007D451DCC7E85CBD1110A11D0E.jpeg3A3BEFD3F386AFED15059C36EA7FADBF.jpeg90_3A41B92CBAEF4954B6DFD5E6C5A96602.jpeg3A4C1D07A03659DE07B18979B6593D30.jpeg3A5511AAB58751C4769FCFFC57417586.jpeg
More pictures of Burrishoole.
90_3A8381B803418F44FE3DC099D16D871B.jpeg90_3A89D763E56063546050CA21D6DF5418.jpeg3A8EF78CFF9358B03E356ACC15FEFBD6.jpeg
Dinner in Newport at a very nice and cozy pub. In fact, this was the first time we tried Guinness in Ireland!
90_3A9EF2EBC6FCEE57E35F87340CAC85F0.jpeg
The moon from our room in Achill as we had a cup of tea and some cookies for dessert.

Posted by danielcatherine 17:35 Archived in Ireland Tagged newport achill croagh_patrick granuaile kildavnet dymphna modern_day_shepherd keem rockfleet burrishoole Comments (2)

Ireland Day 7: Knock, Turlough, and Westport

overcast 66 °F

90_928714DC09CD91AD584DDE20A315E498.jpeg
Our day started with breakfast: Catherine's treacle bread was delicious!
9296E1CFA2A2E0DAEE52B3DD6389982D.jpeg90_929A7E8A916AED51A46BF2A7BFA7D817.jpeg929ED7C0E8EDD8312BB548B9DB162DE8.jpeg
After breakfast, we went to Knock for Mass with Mary Kathleen, and did a little shopping for souvenirs. It was a very pleasant morning. On our way back to Kilkelly we stopped to see Mary Kathleen's husband John's grave. Catherine never met John, but Daniel knew him eleven years ago when he went to college in Ireland.
90_92BB293BA9D9A84DFB3A4ABA336940F5.jpeg92C08A4ED3F686169293FCB67FD603F8.jpeg
The graveyard is named for St. Celsius, who Kilkelly is also named for. There is a monument to Irish people buried far away right next to John's grave.
92D7933AD72B1A71DF239CEBB614FCEE.jpeg
We stopped to visit Michelle (Mary Kathleen's daughter-in-law, Ciarán's wife) and their children. Ciarán's house has a nice view of the fields nearby.
90_92E611149BF31C926C1A968A8A3EE4A4.jpeg90_92E846BAE47CC435A04996D5C38EE8D0.jpeg90_92EA6014C5C5B9A3A65FE81154F1747A.jpeg
Then we went to a late lunch at Attracta's house, where we saw Attracta's husband Michael and their daughter Ciara. Ciara is planning to be a math teacher, so we had a nice talk with her about teaching. We also watched some Gaelic football, which Catherine had not seen before.
93055321BB61AE3668A8FF76469316EC.jpeg
Old family pictures on Mary Kathleen's table.
90_92FEC99ABB7CA444B07652C96CFF1815.jpeg
When we put "Achill Island" in our GPS, it took us to this tiny road. The GPS directions voice said "you are on the fastest route" right as we turned here.
90_9320BD58EDB5D2B4C72B75A3FDBBA7E5.jpeg90_932E4861B51B034E3A826C09BA2D33C8.jpeg93309C07DF6762CE2DA60891D545F819.jpeg90_93333ABED8BA0C04AF1D770FFEC7D0C9.jpeg90_93363BA1A5B405D83FDF87AD9343F408.jpeg90_93384B59D5C55C926FFA76947E963B88.jpeg90_933A1A10A7970F6F3070C69533BD2E96.jpeg90_933CE0C7EC597D7481A4484A4FBD0A15.jpeg90_93419820EDA44E49A5EA3014E8AA479C.jpeg90_9343DCAE0B798BF0A96887CB772783E6.jpeg90_934E2706A217B1B52F14EFBD069A028F.jpeg90_93716D28063A5FAF989DE142AFB2E153.jpeg90_938399D7D386B38C8D94908A0DA38602.jpeg9386BB28FA5EA86FD48DA138EB68A094.jpeg90_938920BCEEDD8EDC8F98DE0DAEAB9A7E.jpeg938CC1F708497A758462A417D1F69351.jpeg90_938FF7E6A41E9877B8043A3135A3FE02.jpeg90_93926FA791B13696EB346E6255D0BC3D.jpeg
We stopped to see a ruined church and round tower in Turlough. Daniel had been here before with his grandparents and John and Mary Kathleen. It is a beautiful tower, and very impressively preserved. Incidentally, the city of Turlock in California is named after Turlough, Co. Mayo: the founder of Turlock was from Turlough.
90_93AB8272B2F53C3F4E0A54DAEACE6909.jpeg
Stopped for a late dinner in Westport and tried a beer called Mescan. Mescan was the name of St. Patrick's personal brewer, and the brewery makes their beer at the foot of Croagh Patrick, Ireland's holy mountain where St. Patrick fasted for forty days and forty nights. The beer was good. We got to Achill Island very late, and almost got lost finding the place with directions telling us to go "past the green boat" and "down the boreen."

Posted by danielcatherine 11:34 Archived in Ireland Tagged tower dinner lunch mary michael michelle kathleen ciaran's knock westport ciara attracta turlough achill mescan croagh_patrick round_tower Comments (1)

Ireland Day 6: Baking Lessons and Other Adventures

semi-overcast 65 °F

90_4DD6D101C89F9037B485CADEBDB33749.jpeg90_4DD9741D08AC64783295E0DCB65D06F5.jpeg90_4DDC0C10B9220CC90FF6B60C9E09148A.jpeg90_4DE8CCD2EE934B2F1190E1EC3CFD0E8D.jpeg
We started the day with a delicious breakfast at Mary Kathleen's house. It was Catherine's first time trying Mary Kathleen's delicious and (literally) world famous treacle bread. Daniel had tried to bring some to her last time he was here, but it fell on the floor of his apartment in Galway and never made it to Catherine. Thus, she waited ten years to try it. It was delicious, and in fact Catherine asked Mary Kathleen to teach her how to make it.
90_4E269A3FCE0A36A797AB8FB9DF23D637.jpeg
Jake, Attracta's dog.
4E424000A5B1D1CE80F72B44F19C7612.jpeg
Views from Mary Kathleen's house: it's a beautiful place and we loved staying there.
4F5347E1B85C67CAEFDAD4DB3ACA1AD0.jpeg4F560D75FDE46A6F24C7877E61CB4D9E.jpeg90_4F58EBB5CDDF8C725F63DE218C93106B.jpeg4F5B781CE890D03945509C12C9932BDB.jpeg4F5DC655C1B92EBC51B9CC340AC773E5.jpeg
We went on a morning walk with Mary Kathleen and her daughter Marie. We had Marie's dog and Attracta's dog with us. Apparently there are still several cows there on the farm, which Ciaran (Mary Kathleen's son) takes care of. They are beef cattle, but Mary Kathleen likes to think of them more as pets.
90_4F7C9D11CD69E289204122A42E2B1103.jpeg
Our walk brought us to Marie's house, where we had tea and bread and jam, and ham and cheese if we wanted it. It was a nice little stop along the walk.
90_4F8E82D6BF63FB9B9E858EFA92F69EB9.jpeg4F908C119D8B90E51A7E89B1CAE41B5F.jpeg4F92F42006BB9F6FD56D200FD790C857.jpeg4F9575BEE631F103B25CF147BC1CFECC.jpeg90_4F8C0D83DCB8E236ED5FE6A9534D1914.jpeg
We walked up towards the bog land where the family gets the turf they use for fires, and snacked on wild bilberries along the way. They tasted like blueberries, but they were more tart and smaller.
90_4FB896CDE672CCD257C476254CF0BFE2.jpeg
Catherine talking with Mary Kathleen during the walk.
4FBB13ECA514B74E9E3C1CF2AD6F98B8.jpeg
Snowy and Molly, Mary Kathleen's pet donkeys. Marie gave Catherine a bowl of carrots to feed them.
5E28F0FDC2E7D1104364C4B40659890B.jpeg
Attracta, Mary Kathleen, Catherine, Róisín (Mary Kathleen's granddaughter), and Rose (Mary Kathleen's daughter, Róisín's mother.
5E42D84AD94902BFC7CF77A31A4B11D1.jpeg
Daniel, Mary Kathleen, Catherine, Róisín, and Rose.
90_5E526D1DF04E245EFCD00FF93140EF48.jpeg
Mary Kathleen, Daniel, Róisín.
90_5E624D1B0226930432B5BB91D625A887.jpeg
In looking through old family photos, we found this one of John Caulfield Senior. This is Mary Kathleen's great grandfather, and Daniel's great great great grandfather. Catherine felt that his "smile" was similar to Daniel's.
90_5E7B1280F4315721EA90ED8AE96FE750.jpeg
Mary Kathleen and Daniel imitating their ancestor.
5E994990C36CF02E2805753BF6CF3B00.jpeg90_5E9BDFB2E9E9DE0D7D5EB72C479D8721.jpeg90_5E9DAEF9F6C33C93FE8E4FF6BB0D9BDA.jpeg
Mary Kathleen showed us the church in the village of Aghamore, where Daniel's great great grandparents regularly went to Mass, and where his great grandfather Dominic would have grown up going.
90_5EFA442FE7B1F799A16C0CDBBCE7047B.jpeg90_5EFFADBFE2D8F83B4F5B7F9A3364F947.jpeg90_5F057BC0ACC1C7C27D710EF9F2C483C1.jpeg
The graves of John and Margaret Caulfield, who were Daniel's great great grandparents and Mary Kathleen's grandparents.
5F0311ACA9B43AC25BBCA2FDD8B3E1D0.jpeg90_5F09D362EDBB2F78D99F8716CBCD3FFE.jpeg5F0C0956A7949A4016781D2B1837C5C8.jpeg90_5F11587C9E46C0B66D586A84EB6F0435.jpeg90_5F60ACC1DA8B836ECF17F496EB839F8A.jpeg90_5F65EFB90BEBF8B13E0EB31B92D9837A.jpeg5F686BCBCCE12DB3F685683E8C1A5AB3.jpeg
Some more views of the Aghamore graveyard.
90_5F76337DE9E2E0C879D205813DED1B6A.jpeg
Daniel driving and talking with Mary Kathleen.
90_5F9387FDB22E362E31B4BA4FC44C8B45.jpeg5F9620B5C542B4707EE7BCDA9F645244.jpeg5F98452CF38DA3941815EB0C72118690.jpeg90_5F9D7D9A972515237D9F8DD6314924D2.jpeg90_5FA83658DD0B2027FC855EBA189C2259.jpeg90_5FB184B4F5B74B65BA523EB19152E036.jpeg90_5FB3B488A6E964E5CF217101B06FD2D9.jpeg90_5FB59F45AA4848890256EC8663F4E88F.jpeg90_5FB7F4C292D0563F629BCC75553E0CCF.jpeg90_5FBA2C11902D65207605A4A21E5E7198.jpeg
Knock Shrine, the old parish church. This is where the Virgin Mary appeared in 1879, and it is a huge shrine that attracts pilgrims from all over the world. Today there was a rededication for the newer basilica, which was first opened forty years ago. The Archbishop of Boston, Seán Cardinal O'Malley, was celebrating a Mass along with three other bishops. There was also a large delegation from Boston present, and most local people, hearing our American accents, presumed we were from Boston.
5FDF70670E0E095C9D94A7204C96370F.jpeg90_5FE1485EBF2B321F528CE51C21F18EFD.jpeg90_5FE357E0B39A05EC235CB0245F54B3CC.jpeg5FE50677B19D496F3EA4A424340186DF.jpeg90_5FE6E5EEB7827236FE1D4AF5435443C3.jpeg90_5FEC11FEE99B7C7CE13472806B02659A.jpeg90_5FEDF901BE7FC2209132742BD28B112E.jpeg
The new (or forty year old) basilica at Knock. Some pictures show the Mass going on for the rededication. There is also a new mosaic above the altar, which is beautiful. This seems to have been added within the last year, and Mary Kathleen was quite proud of it.
90_600A9DB4E50D2E79876883C96F887325.jpeg
The grave of Monsignor James Horan, who was pastor at Knock and raised money for the airport. The airport is a great benefit to the community in County Mayo, and several of Daniel's cousins work there, and Mary Kathleen has a high opinion of the Monsignor.
6029BDBDC1EE9671AFA46979430AFBCF.jpeg602B8760E24E44B1C971C5EE99263878.jpeg602CE718C500E1F39C7AF9F3609F2A0A.jpeg
Mary Kathleen's daughter Martina, Martina's daughter Sorcha, Mary Kathleen, Catherine, and Daniel. Martina could only stay for a minute, but we were glad that we were able to meet her. Sorcha wasn't born when Daniel was here last, so it was nice meeting her as well.
6043F1A4A0FE7D00F8882C6FC1481603.jpeg6046E8A0A9C496608806FC1FD5C82A85.jpeg90_604939A9A5F87D03FF8B50E07A09E672.jpeg90_604B61E6C26580B9D5519784266E042D.jpeg90_604D8624AD451FC2529413D38A87731D.jpeg90_6050C616EA9512DAF2A0474F19F3C5CB.jpeg6053A6139A0C588A9579501DE0883693.jpeg90_6056B41B0069101EBA871FECE18C9DA3.jpeg
Stopped at Marie's house again to see the garden. She has a beautifully decorated garden with little figurines and other cute items. Most of Mary Kathleen's children live on the same property: Attracta lives just south of her along the road, and Marie, Liam, and Ciarán live along a small driveway. Rose and Martina live in nearby towns, and Sean is currently working in England and living with his uncle. It is very nice for Mary Kathleen to have her children and grandchildren so close to her.
607E29EEC9C8D094C0D479F83EFF55F2.jpeg
The back of Mary Kathleen's old house.
90_60884F94EC632A443BE7D2807FD70227.jpeg90_608AA979F815C0DE97BA0B3C10A769B8.jpeg90_608D267EE57003B2A90847E117CDECEB.jpeg608F3BD7F3EC716A9A81AA9173B2FE61.jpeg
Baking lesson! Catherine learned how to make Mary Kathleen's delicious treacle bread. We can't wait to make it at home. It is incredibly delicious, and, according to Mary Kathleen, has a lot of health benefits.
60A1E204A1F3B5633D9415CA1432F720.jpeg
Liam's daughters, Shannon and Caitlyn, were the judges for Catherine's treacle bread making. Shannon gave her 84 1/2, and Caitlyn gave her 61!
90_60B61EF3AB7E8A35CDD28C32DEA5C074.jpeg
Catherine's first treacle "cake." Waiting for breakfast tomorrow!
90_60CC91EFD17D0AC942D6B23E5C82EE1A.jpeg
A cozy turf fire, a cup of tea, and a nice conversation to finish off a fun and busy day.

Posted by danielcatherine 12:03 Archived in Ireland Tagged tea family smile marie graves cozy shannon martina turf baking knock mary_kathleen attracta aghamore caulfield scowl sorcha caitlyn bogs bilberries Comments (1)

Ireland Day 5: Onward to Mayo

rain 60 °F

First, a note to our readers: we couldn't get a solid internet connection in Achill Island, and in Kilkelly we were up visiting so late with family/friends. We are thus several days behind, but we will be updating regularly now.

348D88E697201D15AE1284B9573ACD35.jpeg34900C86CC98B6F82D4FFEA1D96B6822.jpeg3492B30AF3BF19FCF7251C29B6FD7C48.jpeg
3494BEB491CAB5404D91EC59F48242CB.jpeg90_3496A3D7CCA18C00A36F2F7F2200A83A.jpeg
The famine pier and wall in Mountcharles. These were projects that the Quakers set up as a famine relief scheme. The local people built them and got paid for it, somewhat relieving the Famine.

90_34B5B0F09D598E6D3BE45D0638443726.jpeg90_34B7F0F0CB54B730B54D02606E37A2F8.jpeg90_34BA1A7DDE4F7B4517C882A22BDA69C4.jpeg90_34BC82F9C12D0B9ED004C29674A0D1B1.jpeg
Some beautiful views of our drive through Co. Sligo on our way to Mayo.

90_34BF0104F2841122ECC3DCD4A5105A48.jpeg90_34C142D1FF7A685DE6472CA63BB4BB53.jpeg
We saw a ruined Round Tower, which had clearly been broken at some point in its history.

34D3154B9615F7C54752757DB1292381.jpeg34D5F626D2A2405D7CFAE6BFF19C71B3.jpeg
We stopped for gas and before we left we got a couple rolls of candies that aren't widely available in the United States.

34E532FAC47205144B1BD2F95BF9E6F2.jpeg34E7F318C949836D35D3573728284743.jpeg
We arrived just in time for lunch at Daniel's cousin's house. Mary Kathleen, who is Daniel's grandpa's first cousin (thus Daniel's first cousin twice removed), had made us a very nice lunch and visited with us for some time. Her daughter, Attracta, came over as well. Catherine felt like Mary Kathleen reminded her a great deal of Daniel's grandpa, Tom. It was a wonderful lunch and we had a great time. We then went on to Daniel's friend Adrian's house. Adrian lives in Knock, the same village where there is a huge Marian shrine where the Virgin Mary appeared in 1879. Adrian made us a "traditional" Irish dinner of Pakistani curry, but not before tricking Catherine into thinking that Irish people traditionally eat a single boiled potato each on Fridays. We visited with Adrian and his family in their thatched-roof cottage. His brother, Fr. Eugene, came by as well, as did his sister Barbara's boyfriend Johnny. Eugene and Johnny are fixing up the house across the road for Barbara to live in. We had a very nice visit, talking about politics and current events and everything else imaginable. While we were visiting, news of the coup in Turkey came on. This was very much in line with Daniel and Adrian's interests, and so we stayed until almost 2 AM watching the coverage and analyzing the situation.
180_354AA2F1B80D2BA5ADC1C6E55C80031B.jpeg
Daniel, Catherine, Mikal, and Adrian.

Posted by danielcatherine 15:54 Archived in Ireland Tagged turkey adrian thatch donegal mikal mayo coup knock sligo kilkelly mary_kathleen attracta Comments (0)

Ireland Day 4: O'Donnell Abu!

(the title is also the name of a great song. And, our day started at Donegal Castle and ended at a Middle Eastern restaurant 😀)

storm 55 °F

We had a wonderful night's sleep at our B&B in Mountcharles. It was extremely comfortable and restful. When we got up, there was a delicious breakfast ready for us: brown bread and toast and tea. We had a very nice chat with our host, ranging from Irish history to modern politics to her surprise that the Americans staying in her house all seem to prefer tea to coffee. She gave us a detailed route to follow, along the "wild and rocky hills" (another lyric from another great Donegal-focused song) up the Wild Atlantic Way. We began by going to Donegal Town.
35C99B1A043A1C87681809B98B9CC1AF.jpeg
We found a place to park in Donegal Town. It overlooked this harbor, where the boat in the picture was blasting Meatloaf's "I'd Do Anything For Love." It proceeded to blast other songs of like nature. The machine did not take cards so we had to get cash. The tourist office had a sign that prominently displayed that they do not change money for the parking lot. So, Daniel walked to a bank (AIB) on the Diamond, or main square of Donegal.
90_3610C39DE86E8900F8E2E7196A19631D.jpeg90_3612FA2B91D7EBC5AAC733A1D830141E.jpeg90_36150D25039DE70424DBB19DF4E3DA00.jpeg90_361761C99027830FB9F623EB7E279782.jpeg90_36199500BA551EC1FA038AF2E734DBAB.jpeg90_361B62DDF0F7901A68F6176C93616F2B.jpeg90_361DCC20DD4091BB7769BFF1833267A9.jpeg90_36202C5DD145BBD1037BE656F82F3A0A.jpeg
Donegal Castle is really an amazing thing to see.
90_363F4B5BFDA3EEFA4D0C7918DF8F6597.jpeg
According to the cashier at the castle, the Choctaw Nation donated to the Irish during the Famine. This led to connections between them and the Irish.
90_36531359FC9882FCF12FED13AF730A5D.jpeg90_36556815094469D3BEA54021FF45D9CD.jpeg90_365891ADCD6678D24022900A6329E3D0.jpeg90_365B324893420A77A92BAF641BB6E0E6.jpeg
Some more images of the Castle. The empty manor house area was built by the Brookes family after the Flight of Earls.
367D4D32B6D6C5585AEFBE9A58BD3F11.jpeg
The Diamond in Donegal. It is sort of a roundabout, sort of a death trap.
90_368E9F34BB64376C772F9539667D427F.jpeg90_3690DEE1FD6A07D729CB95D2FCF263B7.jpeg
The Catholic Church in Donegal. It has a replica Irish Round Tower.
36B4A5B701ABEA2529ABAD6D9308EA53.jpeg36B7096ADE96D85505BD5E329041DF70.jpeg36B9A81FA78750C6291D71320B5B658F.jpeg
Killybegs Harbor. Killybegs is one of the major commercial fishing ports in Ireland. The ships are really impressive to see.
90_36BD82F0BD168C104D45392EF23B5FC7.jpeg90_36C02AEBF72C776766C8F0380F9928E4.jpeg
Outside Killybegs is St. Catherine's well, one of Ireland's many holy wells. These have small sources of water and involve specific prayers that should be said. Catherine had not seen a holy well before, and she was especially interested because this one was St. Catherine's.
36EB38BAC28DBEDF28F5E80F1D9CB277.jpeg36EDB21FDFBBD9B4C21DD687D4255A4A.jpeg
For some reason, there are stuffed animals tied to many signposts and fences throughout Co. Donegal.
3705579BB0A59126DA8A6EB94C4BF071.jpeg370791AEAEAAFA71906AD46428B8EF42.jpeg3709C4BB004FDC772014240414175D2B.jpeg
The Wild Atlantic Way: the beautiful coast of Donegal.
90_3714E278002423E3A55266BFE60598A5.jpeg90_3716CF6EDB055CA55AABA30EEEF99BF6.jpeg90_3718DF8FAF7EE2A2105AA07A0673B73D.jpeg
Sheep in the road.
372F32C7DD9A19195706AD4F404E919A.jpeg3731B04D0D02EDE30A7FA02AA2F2CCA0.jpeg90_3733FBDBA478D36E1D125CE92DB3BADE.jpeg
While driving through the small village of Glencolmcille, we saw signs for St. Colmcille (Columba)'s well. We decided to take the hike up to see it. We left our car near a farmhouse and began walking up the path. It was lightly misting and the sun was high in the sky. We continued up from a gate that had signs pointing towards then well. We never found the well. The hike was quite long and went through empty, desolate bogland. The storm begin to get worse, soaking us and blowing rain in our faces. We kept going. We would walk to the next trail marker and see the next on up another ridge. Eventually, Daniel said he thought it wasn't safe to continue and we started to turn back. However, we decided to go to one more marker. Daniel got there before Catherine: there was a castle up ahead. Catherine caught up and we looked at the castle together. It was beautiful but slightly creepy. The storm was so bad we had to turn back. We wish we could have seen the well, but we had a great time nonetheless. Side note: while Catherine was hiking to catch up with Daniel who had gone slightly ahead she jumped over a little patch of mud. The grassy area she landed on was more mud than grass and she found herself knee deep in a bog. She barely escaped with her shoes. We thought this accidental adventure led to one of the best days of our lives. Just the two of us on a desolate hill overlooking the Atlantic Ocean with unbelievable views.
90_3733FBDBA478D36E1D125CE92DB3BADE.jpeg90_377C8112B51611CEDB0FDE0BAB3FE0D4.jpeg90_377E7AA4B556B97A3ACA96A34D7F3CAD.jpeg90_37809CA2FEA0EE2D40B0004BA9AD7143.jpeg3782F030A4242A2711B361A27B3DAA28.jpeg3784A80CD41DC4A06E7778946ACB6150.jpeg
Some pictures of the hike. Can you believe we were all the way up there?
90_3793CE27A0AFD90CBBC93B9DF3BE4BBA.jpeg180_379613DCFA4753096CB100A91A2F7B56.jpeg180_37980F3CCF5E48F2C4743CF8B3575EDE.jpeg
It's a whole different muscle group going down.
37912A41A97F71F779041C82C05D2D85.jpeg
"Climb to Colmcille's Well they said. It will be fun they said."
379273EBB755998AB0FE364D5B72FE94.jpeg
We were so happy to find our cozy car again and get the heater working. We had a wonderful adventure.

We wanted to stop and eat at a pub in Glencolmcille. Unfortunately, they all look were closed. We tried the next village, Carrick, and they were also closed. In Killybegs most places were closed as well. We ended up getting a pizza to go from a small Middle Eastern restaurant, then going back to eat in the parking lot of St. Catherine's well. We had a wonderful day, and we can't wait until tomorrow when we go to Kilkelly to see Daniel's cousins.

Posted by danielcatherine 16:50 Archived in Ireland Tagged church towers castle pizza round glencolmcille colmcille. columba killybegs donegall o'domnell holy_wells Comments (2)

Ireland Day 3: The High King's Seat

rain 60 °F

0398A3A0D461BA43CF559E050AAAD81D.jpeg
This morning we got up at around seven to meet Daniel's Aunt Jackie at her hotel for breakfast. By coincidence, she was staying just across the street from where we were, and we were able to see her before she flew home. We had a great time and we are very glad that we were able to meet up during our trip.
90_00D328399E9B9F225BE61A5A86C5250B.jpeg180_00D5458CC04F039B44113088336596FC.jpeg90_00D70B4DD1E0AA79609762FF591B6CCF.jpeg
After breakfast we walked to a camera store to get some black and white film. When Daniel came to Ireland in 2003 he took a lot of black and white pictures. This time he decided to bring the same camera so that Catherine could take pictures too. We went for a nice walk through Ballsbridge and the city center, and found great customer service and help at Conn's Camera's.
90_00F6906EFD270421BF80331DF310977C.jpeg90_00F98ACBBFDCB7B46845655464F54D74.jpeg
We saw more Dublin doors.
90_01047307B167D992C7FC7ED49A643786.jpeg90_00FC9308E10EDD0C072D9B81BB1C7506.jpeg90_00FF0D4BF4253555C80FE843FA2AAB85.jpeg
We also found a church called St. Teresa's. It seems to be a Carmelite church, and has a lot of side altars beside the main altar. The view in the photo is actually only a side entrance to the church, which is much larger.
90_0101BC22AAFA544C5A66E0F95E35E598.jpeg
There was a small side chapel that Catherine specifically pointed out, so we went in to it and found out that it had a statue of the Infant of Prague and had a prayer to him on the altar rail, along with a rack of candles. Since we are adopting a baby through an adoption service called Infant of Prague, we said some prayers for the process to go smoothly and lit a candle.
0140F7AACFEB6F1129520AEA0BFD6FA3.jpeg90_0143A2640A51A3D3ABCF21E3CF47CA79.jpeg90_014675689B613114604564F9449B9B71.jpeg
After the walk, our host called us a taxi to the airport, we checked out, and went to pick up our rental car! Our car turned out to be a Toyota Yaris hybrid, which is very much like a smaller version of our Prius. It is even red! We also tried a couple of the potato chip favors available here.
90_016DB42794886155F373CF31CA6E90A1.jpeg90_01708661A79B12F66F677FE1D5429CBC.jpeg90_0173D908A02D1D40F866423A9C864A9E.jpeg
The first place we went was the visitors' center at the Hill of Tara in County Meath. In the gift shop we found a familiar hat, and a lot of fairy-based merchandise.
90_018A0EC6DB9EDDC85DFAC0234F99D1CE.jpeg018C7631CB461D9A0C56DF751806AAA3.jpeg018F7084DFFAEA85AF3922BE7EE8378D.jpeg01922BEDD1A0694D2034559C2D849638.jpeg01948097F3044310B42F4439DC7441C6.jpeg90_0196E08A9E9BEBC75ED32C245FB44491.jpeg
The Hill of Tara is the complex from which the High Kings of Ireland ruled. There are structures there dating back thousands of years, and evidence of burials and other ceremonies being carried out there.
01AEFFE6904FE60335EF1C267BEFB6F3.jpeg
The lia fáil, or stone of destiny, was used for the coronations of the kings. The legend is that it would cry out if the rightful High King touched his foot to the stone. Catherine considered finding a hidden location and crying out when people touched the stone, but was persuaded against it.
180_01B1043495F7FCABD4302D329704F83F.jpeg180_01B2A2D9BEC3385F3272628E675BAFC5.jpeg
It started to rain heavily while we were touring Tara. It's a good thing that we had our hoods/hats. The grass was very wet but it was still a very pleasant walk.
01EF9C8EDA3993BEF1882D44650237ED.jpeg01F229AAF27D9195273662F3C2C26E52.jpeg01F881EC08E3C158EC0081C5D25A1038.jpeg
It was an amazing place to tour. The centuries of history and legend associated with the place are fascinating. We were especially intrigued by the fact that most of the visitors appeared to be from the area (lots of Meath and Dublin license plates). It's intriguing to imagine living in a place where such ancient historic sites are so readily available.
90_01F51FA6D9B6DF1277C256313EB5218D.jpeg
Daniel standing atop the Mound of Hostages, one of the tombs at Tara.
023E2B52E11C4C0841A4D944B4B59B78.jpeg
Vegetable soup and brown bread! A perfect Irish lunch. And now we can say that we dined at Tara.
0240F8DBC3E93D20FBD6F2E6EEC5BABD.jpeg024401FC9EED64AF398BFCDF392DDFD7.jpeg02474E21F3774451A7CFEF192C90F250.jpeg024A9AC803876036A1BCFACEC7096738.jpeg
We were planning to go to Newgrange, but the lady at Tara told us it was sold out, so we went directly to Donegal. We had to go through Northern Ireland to get there. Neither of us had been. The pictures above show a beautiful area there with a flock of sheep grazing. Northern Ireland is interesting: the diversity of its population is evident in the different flags/decorations/ types of churches you see as you go through different towns and neighborhoods. One town was plastered with Union Jacks and had a huge banner over the Main Street that said "God Save the Queen." Another had Irish tricolors on every lamppost.
02763D540A04FD0D4B4EB411C76887A9.jpeg
We drove through Eniskillen on our way to Donegal. It was intriguing, but we didn't end up spending much time there.
90_027849F90A66EBE14867C6CC7DDE4966.jpeg027A7698C2D03072A5FEAC8059F826CA.jpeg027C5EE5D7A02F636C5CDD3B2A10F1A9.jpeg027EEE33D483E32C4D4B53318049DCF4.jpeg028143B4C4171B6EAAF958F6472A0A66.jpeg
Mountcharles is a great village. We are staying just up the hill from the village, and our hosts have been wonderful. There is another couple also staying here. They are from Michagan, so we talked to them a bit about Ireland and the United States.
90_02840EF59DA6BD00F559FB0E679C5F9A.jpeg
Seumas MacManus, who wrote The Story of the Irish Race, was from Mountcharles. The former village water pump is dedicated to him, as this was where he would sit and read to the children of the village.
90_02869A9DA2F222363DBFBA0C0EF76974.jpeg02896F3FA2AFE91082A104E4CEEEE5B3.jpeg
We had planned to eat at the pub in Mountcharles, and we walked there from the house. Unfortunately, when we got there they had just closed the kitchen (we arrived at 9:06). We walked back to the house, got in our car, and drove to Donegal Town. We ate at the Manhattan Steakhouse, which was very good. Donegal Town looks amazing: we can't wait to go back tomorrow.

Posted by danielcatherine 17:13 Archived in Ireland Tagged food united_kingdom cars driving pubs sheep tara donegal northern_ireland eniskillen mountcharles Comments (2)

Ireland Day 2: Books, Beetles, Whiskey, and Jail (Gaol?)

"I like touring around in jackets. It makes me feel safer." -Catherine

overcast 63 °F

90_CD2D6A84C576A7A76F22E3100A424D4C.jpeg90_CD2FBCBDC9398ABC853151323873C7C4.jpeg90_CD322227ECE41A76BB5C75310E16E5DF.jpeg
We woke up very early, but we rested a bit longer and ended up getting up around seven. We went downstairs and found breakfast in the kitchen. Our host asked if we had everything we needed. We had a delicious breakfast of scones, toast, tea, and orange juice. It was very good. We had the hop on-hop off pass, and so we decided to walk to Trinity College to see the Book of Kells and start our tour.
90_CD605831A7FBF0C9CE0D9EBBC30881C5.jpeg90_CD627C66D4175F1F99E731935C586022.jpeg
On our way we walked through the grounds of St. Mary's Catholic Church, which we can see from our room. It's a beautiful building, so we stepped inside to see it. It's over 200 years old.
CDADAA3DF8CE26B6A115DA608E66D49E.jpeg90_CDB0B2BFFCB011F13FA2175ED37C9018.jpeg90_CDB39BA7F3544A2998818F74586DD73C.jpeg90_CDB64EF8DB456554183B5ACD515D9FAA.jpeg90_CDB9001EA307AB708645C590203D591D.jpeg90_CDBBB3510776C94A489E9CE9E7B3D98D.jpeg90_CDBEEC47B4385ACA47CF6C0402B3B036.jpeg90_CDC1D82DEC61D8B9A7B724343130BAC5.jpeg
Dublin has a tradition of brightly-colored doors all over the city. On our walk, we saw many of them. They are usually dark and solid-colored. Red, blue, and yellow seem to predominate.
90_CDF4CF2CAE7B520F340C2B0F99E0A28D.jpeg90_CDF7179CC69AC24CBF723B6AE41799B2.jpeg90_CDF9A03F0FF791C8D93ED4FF4F612689.jpeg90_CDFBD325D50B2C4B962A2BDD2E5B024B.jpeg90_CDFE36D3D794DCBD8F95349A86A3AED0.jpegCE012391F5E249872CFCCF88C6BC7326.jpegCE03F3B00975FE2EC319CBF9B9856246.jpeg
Because we already had a tour booked at the Teeling Whiskey Distillery, and it was getting late, Catherine suggested that we take a taxi rather than walk. We found two taxis resting nearby. The one sitting behind the other had a visible driver, the other did not. We approached the one behind, and the driver (an older Irishman) told us that he could only take us if the driver ahead of him couldn't. We approached the other car and found that the driver was lying down in his seat talking on the phone. He agreed to take us. He seemed to be from Poland, but he didn't talk much so we didn't learn much about him. He also didn't want to drive in the chaos near Trinity, so he dropped us towards the back. We toured Trinity, which was a fairly quick but interesting tour. It included a lot of information about famous people who had studied or taught there. We were near a group of people from Oregon. They were loud and they knew everything. The young man said that he was going to go to college to study beetles. Catherine now describes the condition of being a noisy know-it-all as "beetle mania."
90_CE6780B2CDDC259A97A1498015D3B6C6.jpegCE6A4629DF013544CF8546AB83304CFE.jpeg90_CE6C35F3B88E7168DA812E4DA1932024.jpeg90_CE6E92F1FAB646103678866E2A82C962.jpegCE70B273C816EC8C1A4716D9D19006CC.jpeg90_CE72A161C296E31FB1433733B30B4ED5.jpeg
We saw the Book of Kells, which was amazing. We didn't take pictures because the signs were ambiguous about whether or not it was allowed, and the entire book is available to view online anyway at the Trinity College website. It is amazing to see how well the colors and script have held up over the 1200 years since it was made. We then went to the Long Room of the library. Daniel described it as the most beautiful building he's ever seen. The books are beautiful as is the construction of the building.
90_CED17F63C9123FBC03A17F5D42D64C20.jpeg
This tour couldn't have happened without Catherine's suggestion to take a taxi. We got on the next bus and headed for Teeling's.
90_CEEC5D1FFBAA44970BAC1FB74617485D.jpeg90_CEEEF6519DB21E3F77BAEA019C55CAD2.jpeg
Teeling is a new distillery. It opened in 2015, and is the first distillery to be built in Dublin in over a century. The Teeling family, however, has been distilling since 1792. The founders of this distillery are the sons of John Teeling, who founded an independent distillery called Cooley and then sold it to a larger corporation. He kept a million barrels, which his sons are using to get the distillery started. Their logo is a phoenix, which is associated with Dublin (Phoenix Park, etc) and represents their industry rising from the ashes (literally... one reason why distilling ended in Dublin was a huge distillery fire.)
CF2ADF0AF0784E51E040D2E66DCE4F4F.jpeg90_CF2CFA7DC008586A79B709E6E34E9F4B.jpeg90_CF2F0887BC902167E86BBCE1D11EF1DD.jpegCF3127380B7749D1D2719B774F042DE5.jpegCF3378560CC175BDC5019B40DCAE032B.jpeg
The distilling room tour was fascinating. The process is complex, but basically boils down to making beer, then distilling it. At present, because their distillery is new, they haven't produced any actual whiskey there yet. They do market some of the unaged spirit as poitín, or Irish moonshine.
90_CF5C5A82CE364B4A0714AA71AE371E71.jpeg90_CF5EBB67A113044215AEC2D262A21841.jpeg90_CF60E9D8B7C92C0557754F96E0F4BD53.jpeg
The copper pot stills are named after Jack Teeling's daughters.
CF6E494ECD1FDC2FF1A235144CC9A2E0.jpeg
The tour guide explained how whiskey is aged in barrels that have had other things in them. Rum barrels, red wine barrels, bourbon barrels, etc. Teeling Single Malt apparently ages in all of these barrels and more.
CF862458DBED1B6F7389527094915670.jpgCF873A00C3B2D651AAA976AFB10DBB0F.jpgCF884EEDE61C2ADF894DF570B080FA5F.jpg
They gave samples for an organized tasting. We tried three of their whiskers and a cocktail. Catherine really liked the summer cocktail. We also tried a (small) amount of their poitín so that we could say we tried poitín.
CFA91A78BE39D1E98451035FE21AB848.jpeg
We had lunch at the Teeling's cafe. It was delicious. Then, having tried poitín, we were off to the gaol.
90_CFECC72DD00BBBBDD536068CD3D9850B.jpeg
The bus coming to take us to Kilmainham.
90_D025EE47BAF1FCDEFBE1DE1978F55B63.jpeg90_D027E0A3B5EFAF714240E09E954D2639.jpeg
Kilmainham Gaol (jail) is a very dismal looking building. It was a British prison that originally housed men, women, and children. During the Famine prison food was coveted and so incarceration rates went up.
D02A0C45A172A33707801430686D79F5.jpeg
The Catholic chapel at the gaol. This is where Joseph Plunkett (a leader of the 1916 Easter Rising) married Grace Gifford hours before his execution.
90_D02C4D54DEAC56C3603E3BF9CF09A269.jpeg90_D02EAE5D997643A9224102826A3045F2.jpegD030C0AB0A6F056ADE49D9E51B43491C.jpeg90_D0334B17DF0F410DDEA06E5CD350780C.jpeg90_D0358D3D0BC67932B8C2CEB210AC3FC6.jpegD037A882CF6965EBD5076EA4A4596D78.jpeg
Many famous people were held at Kilmainham, including most of the leaders of the rising. It is interesting to see their cells.
90_D0399C5EEE0BCFE79B0B290790B9EA23.jpeg
Grace Gifford Plunkett's cell is especially interesting. She was held here for supporting the anti-treaty forces during the Civil War. She drew this image of the Virgin Mary then.
90_D03EB1C9D8005F7477D54F6108AD1F1C.jpeg90_D043FAFEC0489E6E4175E6608CF63C6C.jpeg
All of these leaders of the Rising were executed by firing squad at the site where this cross stands.
90_D0415F0CF9739C32BF1154FBC427E68A.jpeg
Except James Connolly, who had not been imprisoned at Kilmainham and was brought in through the other gates.
90_D046A882B49BDDF8FCBCDEA7529A10F4.jpeg
The tour guide noted that Eamon de Valera was held in Kilmainham for approximately 20 years, cumulatively. He returned in the sixties as President of Ireland to open it as a museum.
90_D04982D997A50D7127C7BA180F8251BE.jpeg
The serpents over the door represent the "Five Capital Crimes": murder, rape, treason, larceny, and piracy (though when we were trying to remember them Catherine suggested "wearing socks with sandals" as one of them.
90_D1082B5CA3FDDC1C2637B977EA67BF95.jpeg
Catherine's favorite Dublin door.
90_D10A94C69D6EA4C1BB5FF493CB63CFB8.jpeg90_D10CF03D91D6005795E7B13874B68A0F.jpeg
Going by the bus drivers' information we thought the Guinness brewery would be open until 7. When we arrived, we found they closed at 6. We asked the cashier for a dinner recommendation, and she suggested Arthur's pub. We went there and it was perfect: we had soup, brown bread, and apple pie for dessert. It seemed like a perfect Irish meal.
90_D10FA5C096BC8B1ACF7EF6EDE2C94FD3.jpeg90_D111F2AFD67BCDF05E7335E24DDC2179.jpeg
Some pretty churches on our walk back to Ballsbridge.
90_D1145D7CBDF9D23E48817A5CF73D48C3.jpeg
A statue of the Virgin Mary with the Dylan Hotel in the background. We came back to our room and rested, then wrote this blog post. Tomorrow: Tara, Newgrange, and Donegal!

Posted by danielcatherine 18:13 Archived in Ireland Tagged churches bus tours gaol guinness library distillery whiskey hop_on_hop_off teeling's book_of_kells 1916 poitín Comments (2)

Ireland Day 1: The Journey

With Service to Toronto, the Basque Country, India, and Turkey

semi-overcast 63 °F

90_A84B6A95E6AE09051C3422AE3C9927FD.jpeg180_A849BA78A0887AB40F880650FD1CD1F9.jpeg
On Saturday we got everything packed and got ready to head to San Jose to get our flight at the San Francisco Airport. On our way out, we met Catherine's parents and her brother, Fr. Michael. We had dinner at a Basque restaurant in Fresno. We had never had that type of food before so we thought that was a good start to our adventures. We stayed at Daniel's parents' house.
image.jpeg
Daniel's parents dropped us off at the airport.
A81E553FC9B15E9D9545D284B5C6C4B9.jpeg
Our flight was with Air Canada.
90_A82032C6EC43DB6E4159137CE7818A13.jpeg90_A822600BA26179642DDE85D89F401F2E.jpeg
Catherine had a window seat and Daniel had a middle seat. We had an excellent view out the window. These pictures show the vast deserts in Nevada. We saw the Rockies and the Great Lakes.
180_A8242FC3D15B2CE3A087D1972819D4AA.jpegA825C30AF33C211D8C230B983F0CC68F.jpegA82839FBC958FC32C2942441188A4C58.jpeg
Our flight to Dublin was delayed for over an hour. While this was frustrating, it gave us a chance to have a nice meal at an Indian restaurant in the terminal. Daniel had chana masala (chickpea curry), which is actually one of our favorite meals to make at home.
90_A90972D2AB5FC4E61178EF47475DDD29.jpeg
Our flight from Toronto left at midnight, and once the sun rose we could mostly just see clouds and ocean.
90_A90BB6F2D11CCF9149C1796FF46E6372.jpeg
Our first glimpse of Ireland!
90_A90E06C1A7523D2E04E3861740DFC117.jpeg90_A91047F3C4822C9DA6C777EAFBEFF368.jpeg90_A91268D2DB8E5EF0D6FF46A69AF86A52.jpeg
More of Ireland from the plane.
A93FF321B0AA81FDB8BCECB8CE7D9F6F.jpeg180_A941D574F1B9B55F5B96455C8CD1BE6E.jpeg
We found a bus to O'Connell Street. Daniel had made plans to meet his friend Adrian, who he met when he was studying abroad in Galway. He called Adrian and they arranged to meet at Wynn's Hotel off of O'Connell Street. We took the bus to O'Connell Street, and thankfully found a Tourism Office where we could store our bags. When we got to Wynn's, we met Adrian, his wife Mikal, and his daughter, Isabella. Adrian said no trip to Ireland would be complete without Turkish kebabs, so we went to a Turkish restaurant nearby. Adrian strongly recommended the shish kebab, so we split that and some curry chips. It was very good, and we had a nice lunch. Adrian had a meeting (which was the reason he was in Dublin) so we chatted for a while with Mikal.
90_A943FE61D47FF1CA6DEEF1169BFE1D3B.jpeg
We were right by the General Post Office (GPO) which was a major location in the Easter Rising in 1916. There is a museum there which we toured. We were very tired so we didn't take as many pictures as we should have, but it was a very informative and interesting tour.
90_A948FF42B24841438E991153FBE4075A.jpeg90_A946C272AB3F6AB6624CB81E59FA0712.jpeg
After that, Daniel showed Catherine the hostel where he stayed the last time he stayed in Dublin, and the pharmacy where he bought a toothbrush and toothpaste because his bags had been lost. After that, we picked up our bags at the tourist office and got a taxi to our AirBnB.
180_A94B0227D3A433254ECDF93C2B928860.jpeg
Our AirBnB is a house in Ballsbridge in South Dublin. According to a letter on the wall it was used as a safe house by Michael Collins in the early 20th century. It is very comfortable, and our room has a beautiful view.
90_A94CEB38C947E07584D83DE946BADA53.jpeg90_A94F142BDB5DD819EDD49D1154D2EA40.jpegA951A2119AB01B8F69CBFBB2ACA4BC41.jpeg
The neighborhood is beautiful. We are across from St. Mary's Catholic Church, and just down the street from the Dylan Hotel where Daniel's aunt Jackie is staying. We are very excited about our trip. Tomorrow, we will be touring Dublin!

Posted by danielcatherine 20:59 Archived in Ireland Tagged planes airport toronto ireland dublin turkish canada gpo san_francisco shish_kebab Comments (3)

(Entries 1 - 8 of 8) Page [1]