We started our time in Ireland by driving straight across the country for our first airbnb night. You know, it's a real challenge to be in the air all night (with a stopover in Iceland), then immediately jump into a rental car that has you driving on the wrong side of the car and wrong side of the road right off the bat.
|The first of many stone cottages I would photograph. I could|
not get enough of them, it seemed.
After dinner and more talk, we all decided to go to the pub. Deidre and her guy stayed behind to take care of yet more guests that had arrived, but Carmel took us and John to her local, as they call their local pub. It was small and comfortable, wood-lined and warm. The setting was pure Irish, out in the countryside, with a ruined church across the way. The church, Carmel told us, had been burned out by the IRA back during the troubles, a reminder that Northern Ireland and its hard history wasn't so far away.
We had a blast in the pub. One would think we'd have been ready for an early night, but we ended up staying until closing, talking and laughing and singing, and Carmel recited a couple of Yeats poems. What an evening.
Next morning we were up and out by 10am, ready to drive on to our next destination, Roundstone. We took Carmel's suggestion as to the route we should try, and it turned out to be excellent advice.
More on that in my next post.
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