I didn't really write yesterday so here.
We got off the plane, went through customs (which went surprisingly fast) got our bags, hired a car, and promptly crashed into a rail and a wooden pillar, and wrecked the car.
Driving on the left it hard.
Irish people are the nicest ever. Everyone we met during the aftermath - John the tow truck driver, the airport police, the Garda, even the airport director - were polite, friendly, and understanding.
Aparently, someone crashed into the exact same spot last week - only then the pillar that we hit was made of concrete.
We got a new car and found our B&B.
Then we took the bus into Dublin. We walked around, went to Tristan College, got a phone, hit an internet cafe, and went to a pub for dinner.
I had my first Guiness. I LOVE GUINESS. White cheddar and bacon paninis are AMAZING.
Irish people are the nicest ever. Everyone we met during the aftermath - John the tow truck driver, the airport police, the Garda, even the airport director - were polite, friendly, and understanding.
Aparently, someone crashed into the exact same spot last week - only then the pillar that we hit was made of concrete.
We got a new car and found our B&B.
Then we took the bus into Dublin. We walked around, went to Tristan College, got a phone, hit an internet cafe, and went to a pub for dinner.
I had my first Guiness. I LOVE GUINESS. White cheddar and bacon paninis are AMAZING.
That was our first day in Ireland.
Day 2
Pack. Breakfast. Drove to Powerscourt.
Powerscourt was gorgeous - we went through all the gardens - it was like a page from Jane Austen. All perfectly groomed, statues every where, beautiful stone. I could live there.
Then we got a bit lost, and found Glendalough (Glen-da-lock), which is a really neat monastic ruins. We found a wool factory and I bought Cody a woll tam, and we found claddaghs that were made on the premises. It was really pretty in the Wicklow County area. It's pretty everywhere. If you could see.
Roads are lined by hedges, trees, walls, and gorse. They call them "roads" here, but "one-lane-two-way-paned-lanes-of-death" is more accurate. The roads are seriously as wide as a bike path. It's just wrong. And people just fly by. Trucks even! SEMIS! It's terrifying.
Our B&B, just outside Inistioge, is amazing. This house is 200 years old. There are skeleton keys for the bedroom, sheep in a field behind, and a three day old calf out front. Mrs. Cannis (Nellie), the proprietress, is very sweet and says "yeah" ten times in a row quite frequently. She's so cute!
We had a lovely dinner in Inistioge, at a place called Footlights by the River. Our waitress was Canadian, over here on work visa helping her friend out with his new place.
Pack. Breakfast. Drove to Powerscourt.
Powerscourt was gorgeous - we went through all the gardens - it was like a page from Jane Austen. All perfectly groomed, statues every where, beautiful stone. I could live there.
Then we got a bit lost, and found Glendalough (Glen-da-lock), which is a really neat monastic ruins. We found a wool factory and I bought Cody a woll tam, and we found claddaghs that were made on the premises. It was really pretty in the Wicklow County area. It's pretty everywhere. If you could see.
Roads are lined by hedges, trees, walls, and gorse. They call them "roads" here, but "one-lane-two-way-paned-lanes-of-death" is more accurate. The roads are seriously as wide as a bike path. It's just wrong. And people just fly by. Trucks even! SEMIS! It's terrifying.
Our B&B, just outside Inistioge, is amazing. This house is 200 years old. There are skeleton keys for the bedroom, sheep in a field behind, and a three day old calf out front. Mrs. Cannis (Nellie), the proprietress, is very sweet and says "yeah" ten times in a row quite frequently. She's so cute!
We had a lovely dinner in Inistioge, at a place called Footlights by the River. Our waitress was Canadian, over here on work visa helping her friend out with his new place.
French lemonade is heavenly. Salmon cakes are lovely.
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