We took the ferry from Wales to Ireland on Monday. We forgot our passports and decided to just hope for the best. We made it through, customs on the Ireland side just asked us if we were British and Nick flashed his Royal Navy ID and we drove right through. So I wouldn't say you NEED your passports, but I would have felt MUCH better if we'd had them. I don't handle stress very well. As if that was any sort of secret.
Anyway, by the time we landed it was like five, and the cottage we rented was another FOUR HOURS away. Poor planning on our parts, what a bunch of idiots. The cottage was FANTASTIC. Cute, whimsical, warm, and big enough. What else do we need?
On Tuesday, we got a decently early start and drove down the the Blarney Castle.
It was REALLY fantastic. Very commercialized, but it didn't really bother me.
We climbed up to the Blarney Stone to kiss it and realized at the last minute that they were OBVIOUSLY not going to let our tiny little kids do it. Warren started crying though and the dude in charge let him sneak down and give it a go. This is as far back as he would scoot. His mama didn't raise no fools.
So, this is one of Daisy June's thangs. She likes to stick her head between your knees and hold on while you walk around. It's SO weird. That's a weird kid. And she's making me stand funny, that's why my boots look like that. My cankles aren't THAT big.
Then we hit up a pub before heading to our next stop...
The Drombeg Stone Circle.
Had enough pictures yet? Just a few more, promise.
We went to Dublin on Wednesday. I wasn't overly impressed, although the Guiness tour was pretty cool. We rode the hop on hop off bus, saw Tom Cruise's hotel with tourists camped out front, saw all the rest of the tourists waiting at the red carpet for his new movie premier (I don't even know what movie, that's how late my EWs come out here!!!) and listened to our HILARIOUS busdriver give us a brief (VERY BRIEF) history of the city.
|Can't even remember what church this is...|
|Warren slept through the bus tour.|