(Welcome to my final installment!)
May 9, 2016
|The Rock of Cashel--wish we could have gone but it was under scaffolding.|
|For B--a picture of Bacon|
|The square at Trinity College|
|My size of library|
|Lisa in a classroom hall at Trinity College|
|Mercury! Who knew?|
|ELK hunting at Trinity|
|Not sure what the big ball meant|
|Another summerhouse, this one at Finnstown House|
|The ceiling at Finnstown House where we stayed our last night|
|He strutted around and screamed like he owned the place.|
My bags ended up being just under the mark and I had a headache from all the chipping.
|Taking off. The plane was about half full.|
|What I could see of Eire before it socked in|
Everybody at home was so casual about missing me--like I'd just stepped out for a walk or something. Sir Riles Barksalot seemed to have forgotten me and cowered against Bit's feet. Luckily his defection was short-lived and lasted only until dinnertime...:o)
Coming down from a trip like this is interesting. I find my head split evenly between the lush greenness of Ireland and the ancient stones and the neat little cottages,versus the shrieking cicadas and 118 degree heat of the Arizona desert. I must say, though it is more otherworldly and remote, I'd rather be in Ireland this summer.
|My blue door|
So someday soon, there's a second trip in the wings, holding me breathless with anticipation. Hopefully by then I'll have lost a person's worth of weight and will look better in photos...;op And maybe by that time we'll have a better door to put our new knocker on.
Anywho. That's my trip.