Our last day in Dublin was nicely relaxing- we walked down to the park and ate bread and cheese while listening to a country duo sing, laying in the sun (they sounded more twangy than most of the country bands in the US...). We were going to meet up with Paul and take a train over to the coast, but somehow we got separated from him and after making a valliant effort to find him again, we decided that we were super hungry and needed to eat. So we did that instead. Paul ended up making it over there, and at least we got to see the pictures. The most disappointing part is that we didnt get to see Enya's house. My heart is broken. And crying.
We left Dublin on Saturday. We hung around the station for a few hours. I ate me some good ole chicken and fries. And although I was tempted to rub the grease on Amy, I withheld and was a good person. I found out when we got to the station that there was a festival going on while we were there, and that there was a parade that night... but it was too late for me to go. Anyway, I lived to get over it. The train here to Killarney was lovely- through the typical green fields and rolling hills that I imagine when I think of Ireland.
Killarney is very cutesy. Im not sure if it's really touristy or just irish... I cant tell. Yesterday there were musicians and dancing in the street, and aparently tonight there is some old boy-band group
playing. We were told NOT to go to that one... Today was spent primarily riding our bikes through the Killarney National Park. Initially, I will admit this, I didnt want to ride my bike... I'm poor and cheap. But after walking for about a half hour and not getting anywhere, and seeing people breezing by on bikes, we decided to turn around and get us some bikes. My tush is a little sore, but I got to see some very nice lakes, old houses, and even a castle... oh my! I like ending the day a little sore (not necessarily my tush... but my legs are a little tired) because it meant we had a good day.
I feel a little bad for Rachael because she's not used to Amy and my constant fake arguments... really we arent fighting much, if at all (other than, 'well do you want to get a bike?!' 'I dont know...''well what dont you know?!'... that type of stuff). I hope we dont drive her crazy :)
Well I should wrap this up. We've got to figure out how we're getting to Galway tomorrow. And how we're getting to Edinburgh. Hmmm....
Laura (and Amy)
2 comments:
Sorry about your tush, but the scene must have been lovely to take in?
Why couldn't you make it to Enya's house?
hey this is amy. yea it was amazing, and so fun being able to just ride and see. ours tushes healed, it took some time but they're back to normal now! we didn't see enyas house because she lives on the coast, and we decided after we lost paul to just relax in dublin some more instead of take the train over there.
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