Well, not really. I'm pretty sure this is just your run of the mill ordinary Irish cows. Catholic or Protestant, you ask? Sure. Ask me the tough questions! I honestly don't know. But here's my guess: she was in Galloway, so my money's on Catholic.
Dublin is a romantic city. I only say so because of all of the couples making out on the streets of Dublin. Venice and Paris are far more romantic, aesthetically speaking. (I'm a designer by trade, so that's my professional opinion.) Romance is contagious. I proposed to a toilet and it accepted! We are still deciding whether to get married in my country or his. I vote for a Golden Gate park wedding.
Yesterday was a long, long, long day. Did I mention that yesterday was a long day? Well, it was. Moral and I took a train and bus tour to the Cliffs of Moher.
The train ride was a great way to see the countryside of Ireland--that is after the fog lifted.
One of the stops included a stop of interest of a geological nature. Rocks. Lots of them at a place appropriately called the Burren. (Burren means "great rock" in Irish.) I personally didn't find it that interesting, even after I read up on it. Oh well.
An annoying generic guy (above) was following Moral and I everywhere! The Irish gents are a forward breed and they go to... interesting extremes to impress us lassies.
I tried to tell the annoying generic fellow that the castle was 90 degrees to his right, but he didn't listen.
Oops! I'm a cautious rebel. What can I say? The best views were past this ridiculously large, but polite, sign.
The annoying generic fellow followed us trouble makers, but he wasn't as prudent as Moral and I:
It's a long fall. A woman and her child fell to their death (in an apparent suicide) back in January, after a 35 year old woman fell to her death just a couple of months prior. Tragic.
Views are nice, but life is better.
A hatched roof cottage! This photo was taken on Bunratty Castle's grounds. Many hatched roofed buildings and establishments polka-dotted the many villages we passed through on our bus ride.
4 comments:
Great pictures. Looks like that was an interesting tour. Are you starting to pick up the accent?
Bunratty! Do they still do a big medieval feast? I was there, let's see, just 21 short years ago... *sigh*
Wonderful! And you get to see the warm spring air roll in. Eventually.
Momma Cat: Thanks! No, I haven't picked up the accent, although a couple of times I said "cheers!" for no good reason.
TH: I don't know if they do the feast. The castle was en route to the Cliffs of Moher, and we were there early in the day.
Nina: Boy, do I hope so!
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