A drive through Southern Ireland
Day 2 - Waterford to Killarney
It had been my hope to buy some crystal at the factory, but the prices were extremely high and shipping would about double the price (and I certainly wasn't going to carry a piece of crystal home with us!) so we opted not to purchase anything but postcards.
Now we are off to points further south. We have new maps.
We parked in a car park on Paul St. and walked through a shopping center which was playing Neil Diamond, and into a shopping area which contained a Japanese bonsai shop, an Italian restaurant, a Mexican restaurant and a Chinese take-out! Nothing really appealed to us much in Cork, so we decided to press on to Killarney. Getting out of Cork was a major project, since all roads seemed to be gridlocked and those that were not were full of crazy drivers. Walt drove out of Cork singing "I killed the wabbit" over and over under his breath.
I love Killarney!! We stayed at the Beaufield guest house, somewhere between a B&B and a hotel. When the owner answered the door and reminded me of an affable Anthony Hopkins, I knew we were in the right place. There was another family there from St. Louis, whom I talked with a bit in the TV room when we were served tea after being settled into our own room. We decided to stay here 2 nights, which was a very wise decision.
It was dinner time, so we drove to town in search of food. We found the Sceilig [sic] restaurant and had a lovely roast lamb dinner. Walt loved the story on the menu which tells of the monks settling on the Skellig Islands in the 5th century to escape the crowded mainland, only to move off the island in the 12th century because the monks kept falling off the steep island. It isn't quite clear to me where the monks between the 5th and the 12th century came from. Surely they didn't grow 'em locally on the Skelligs.
But be that as it may... After dinner, we went to check out the tourist bureau and see what time it opened in the morning. The office happens to be across from St. Mary's church (protestant) and as we were standing there, I saw that there was light coming from inside through the windows, and thought it odd that the church would be open, but suggested we go in and have a look. Well, it was open because the Tenby male choir from Wales was giving a free concert. We had missed about 15 minutes of it, but sat in for the rest and bought one of their tapes. Great show!
Afterwards we went to a pub that had advertised "traditional Irish music" every night. What fun! This was what I had come for--Irish music in an Irish pub in Ireland. We stayed till the very end.
Day 1 - Dublin to Waterford