Once my classes were completed, Scott came and we had a week long vacation. The first challenge there was the car. I referred to it as the Jetsonmobile – remember George Jetson’s car. It folded up into a suitcase. There was also a big sticker on the dash “Stay on the left side.” Good reminder. Scott really did a great job of driving, but it was terrifying nonetheless. He actually got lost and had to ask for directions to the university 8 times before he made it there. Then, after squeezing the car full of luggage – it fit, but barely – we were off to our rental cottage. The iphone’s gps wouldn’t work, so we relied on my android. (Yay, Android!!) Interesting thing about roads in Ireland, they’re scary as shit!! Four inches of shoulder is good enough. It’s perfectly fine for a short stone wall covered in 100 years worth of vegetation to be within six inches of the road. Naturally, there’s no air conditioning, so I would occassionally get slapped in the face by random leaves and twigs. After three hours of this, we finally made it to the cottage, which was adorable, but at the end of a goat path. I think I figured out how they make their “R” (rural) roads. Get 4 sheep, let them wander at will, and follow with a paver.
We were very close to a small town called New Ross, where John Kennedy’s grandfather emmigrated from and he visited while President. It was a lovely, iconic Irish town with pubs, kind people, family owned shops, and excellent food. Sadly, we VASTLY misjudged the distance the cottage was from Dublin. I booked a day tour for Belfast which met at the Molly Malone statue in Dublin at 7:30. To get there on time, we had to get up at 4:30 a.m. As Dublin was about 2 1/2 hours away. The tour was fine, and I was very glad to see the Giant’s Causeway, a location steeped in history and myth. We also visited several places where Game of Thrones was filmed and the saw Scotland across the waterway. The only part I didn’t like was that, once again, I misjudged the distance. We were only at Giant’s Causeway about 50 minutes, but it took a good 1 1/2 – 2 hours to drive there in the bus.
We also spent a day in Waterford, did the tour there – incredible – stumbled upon a quaint wine bar and an incredible traditional band, and once again, enjoyed phenomenal fish and chips. Wexford was lovely as well and we went a bit farther and walked on the beach of the Celtic Sea. I didn’t want to leave. Ever.
Sadly, life knocks down your vacation paradise and we had to return via 3 flights. When we got back home, I was accosted by a very handsome man while waiting for our luggage. Apparently, Michael missed me almost as much as I missed him and Christine. He even lugged most of the luggage (see what I did there) to his car.
Bottom line, once this trip has been paid off, I’m going to start saving to go again.