The next day we packed up in Kimberly's car and headed south. The scenery was very...Irish. I don't know how else to describe it.
Our first stop was the Rock of Cashel. Great views and history.
Next we went on to Blarney Castle, where Jennie "kissed" the Blarney stone. I passed. The grounds were so gorgeous and I loved the castle and its history.
We made one more stop at a town called Macroom...very quaint. Then stopped for the night in a seaside town called Kinsale. It reminded me a lot of Annapolis. I loved the place we stayed and the dinner that evening. It was so good and so fun.
The next day we set out on the Ring of Kerry. It was the off season so dry and deserted, but still a fun drive. We stopped in yet another quaint town called Sneem for lunch.
We drove and drove until we reached Doolin, a little town on the coast. There are no street lights to speak of, no signs anywhere, and we've long lost where we are on the map. I'm navigating with a combination of my good sense of direction (seriously), the map I'd studied earlier, and a good deal of luck. Jennie is ready to give up when suddenly our B&B is right in front of us. I told her she's not allowed to doubt me ever again. Jennie sent a little bunny on to its Maker on the drive. It was us or the bunny. Glad she picked us.
We found a pub in Doolin that we begged to serve us dinner (we had arrived just after the kitchen closed down and we were starving). Apparently it was "wear a red shirt" night, but nobody told me. The band playing Irish music made me really miss Jason. He would have loved the banjo! We stayed up late playing cards...a theme for the trip.
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