Pay a visit to Blarney Castle, the home of the legendary Blarney Stone, said to grant the “gift of gab” to those who kiss it. Then, continue to Waterford where you’ll tour the city’s famed crystal factory.
Blarney Castle. I didn’t kiss the Blarney Stone, but I did kiss a corner of the castle, passionately. That should count.
I’m exhausted and all the days are running together. I’m tired of buses and hotels and too much food. I don’t think I’ll ever be tired of Ireland though.
More thistles. Shut up.
Today we did Blarney Castle and Waterford Crystal. Neither were my favorite. They were both pretty touristy. But, as always, I had fun with my new friends.
Dinner tonight was really the highlight of my day. I ordered gin pickled salmon for my appetizer which was fuckin amazing. Viki shared some of her pâté, which was also fuckin amazing. I had duck leg for my main course which nearly made me weep it was so delicious. And then I had some kind of lemon mousse thing for dessert that was like angels shat in my mouth. The whole meal was the best I’ve had here.
Got some snuggles from the hotel kitty in Waterford.
Then I had some laughs and drinks, as has been my wont. There’s an Irish word “craic” (pronounced “crack”) that means loosely “good fun.” It has really nice connotations. It’s never mischief or fun at someone else’s expense. It’s always inclusive and joyful. I’ve had A LOT of good craic on this trip.
I passed by a window today with pretty little curtains and I remembered how pretty my little curtains are and I had a moment where the homesick punched me right in the chest and all I wanted was my place and my bed where things smell right and are clean (and if they’re not clean, it’s my mess so it’s fine) and there’s a sweet curly headed man in my bed sometimes who says charming things in my ear and makes me laugh.
0 Comments