We were sad to say goodbye to Dingle but excited to see what awaited us in Dublin. The day was mostly spent driving with one noteworthy stop at the Rock of Cashel. This medieval landmark was first the seat of power for kings for hundreds of years. Then when the Normans came, the kings donated the Rock to the church in 1101. We were getting rained on during most of our tour so I might not have all the details right, but I did get some cool photos at least. I like this first one because it has a very ominous feel.
Then of course the rain disappeared in an instant and there were blue skies all around (only for it to start raining five minutes later).
One other moment of note during the coach ride was when we asked our tour guide Dara what a good Irish name for a cow would be. He gave us a funny look and sad they didn’t traditionally name cows before they ate them, but suggested Róisín (ROH-sheen) as a beautiful Irish name for a girl. He then added that Róisín is the name of his baby niece. So now Mom’s cow artwork has a name.
We had another fantastic group meal once we arrived in Dublin and then continued to try and dry out all our clothing that has been continually soaked the last few days. We also struggled to lock our door, which has become traditional at this point. Every hotel room we have been in the last week we have had a lot of issues either locking or unlocking it. For the last two days we put a chair under the door, but I think tonight we’re just going to live dangerously. On that note, good night! Oh and you have my half-asleep mother to thank for the title of this post – she’s very poetic when barely conscious!