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Funny how your flist can become completely overwhelming and totally unmanageable when left unattended for two weeks. I don't think I'll ever recover.
I did have a fabulous trip, though. I am, of course, now completely smitten with an Irish musician named Owen. Other than that, I think the highlight of the trip was the castle ruins (particularly Rock of Cashel and Cahir). I like those kinds of castles much better than the renovated, redecorated ones... it became a running joke with my travel companions, "Oh, this place has furniture. Sorry, you won't like it." We also saw the Cliffs of Moher, Dingle, Dungarvan, Kinsale, Waterford crystal factory, Kilkenney, and a bunch of stuff in Dublin that I'd already seen the first time I went there, but it was new for everyone else.
I also enjoyed the cows and sheep, of which we saw many. In fact, our next door neighbors were cows. It's kinda weird how they all stare at you when you walk past. It's like the Borg or something.
The house we stayed in was beautiful, in An Rinn, outside of Dungarvan, right on a cliff overlooking the sea, surrounded by fields and pastures. The driving was... well, never a dull moment. We rented a Jaguar totally by accident (we reserved a Toyota, but our 50 bamillion suitcases couldn't fit in those midget cars Europeans drive, so we needed a bigger one), and my mom loved driving it. My aunt... not so much, lol. Fortunately, we hardly hit any pedestrians, and the car was returned not too worse for wear. Plus, we had Irish men offering to pump our gas for us in exchange for the chance to sit in the Jag, lol.
It took about a week to really get into the Irish pub scene, but once we did, we had a lot of fun. Spent two nights at a bar in Dungarvan, which is where I met the aforementioned Owen, as well as a couple pubs in Dublin with good Irish music. We managed to make friends and the Irish were all too willing to buy us drinks (yet I still managed to escape without drinking any Guinness).
There were a few minor bumps (we lost our camera, some stress over incompatible travel companions), but overall, we had a brilliant time, and I'd so totally go back.
Anyway, once I've got all the post-vacation RL things sorted out, I'll start slowly but surely plowing through the "Closure" reviews (which, again, holy crap) and post up the last couple chapters. I think I might have won some awards? I have to check my email...
I did have a fabulous trip, though. I am, of course, now completely smitten with an Irish musician named Owen. Other than that, I think the highlight of the trip was the castle ruins (particularly Rock of Cashel and Cahir). I like those kinds of castles much better than the renovated, redecorated ones... it became a running joke with my travel companions, "Oh, this place has furniture. Sorry, you won't like it." We also saw the Cliffs of Moher, Dingle, Dungarvan, Kinsale, Waterford crystal factory, Kilkenney, and a bunch of stuff in Dublin that I'd already seen the first time I went there, but it was new for everyone else.
I also enjoyed the cows and sheep, of which we saw many. In fact, our next door neighbors were cows. It's kinda weird how they all stare at you when you walk past. It's like the Borg or something.
The house we stayed in was beautiful, in An Rinn, outside of Dungarvan, right on a cliff overlooking the sea, surrounded by fields and pastures. The driving was... well, never a dull moment. We rented a Jaguar totally by accident (we reserved a Toyota, but our 50 bamillion suitcases couldn't fit in those midget cars Europeans drive, so we needed a bigger one), and my mom loved driving it. My aunt... not so much, lol. Fortunately, we hardly hit any pedestrians, and the car was returned not too worse for wear. Plus, we had Irish men offering to pump our gas for us in exchange for the chance to sit in the Jag, lol.
It took about a week to really get into the Irish pub scene, but once we did, we had a lot of fun. Spent two nights at a bar in Dungarvan, which is where I met the aforementioned Owen, as well as a couple pubs in Dublin with good Irish music. We managed to make friends and the Irish were all too willing to buy us drinks (yet I still managed to escape without drinking any Guinness).
There were a few minor bumps (we lost our camera, some stress over incompatible travel companions), but overall, we had a brilliant time, and I'd so totally go back.
Anyway, once I've got all the post-vacation RL things sorted out, I'll start slowly but surely plowing through the "Closure" reviews (which, again, holy crap) and post up the last couple chapters. I think I might have won some awards? I have to check my email...
