21 years ago, when we bought our first house in Brittany, France, we had to spend some time fixing it up as we are wont to do as we only seem to buy fixer uppers. Unless that is, we build our own from scratch. (California) Soon though, we were able to get to the purpose of the purchase which was to allow us to not only live part of the year in Europe but that each year would give us the opportunity to take a trip somewhere on the continent. We were part of a home exchange program and over the next 12 years (season really as we are only here 4 months out of the year) we made no less than 25 week long home exchanges all over the continent.
We traveled from Morocco to Spain to Portugal to Italy, and England and Germany and Switzerland and Austria and the eastern bloc countries, and, and, and... We criss-crossed France so many times we have seen much more of the country than many of the French we know. Then, we bought the villa. There was a ton of work to do to get it up to Janice standards and it took many seasons to get that done too. We have no regrets but desperately wanted to reintroduce our yearly travels into the mix. Now, we have.
Before shooting back over the pond to return to the island this month, we took a trip to Ireland. I had not been there since I was a teenager a few years ago (!) but it was a first time for Janice. I wanted to take her to some of the old haunts I remembered but to see new stuff I had not seen either.
As we cleared Irish customs, the officer asked us the purpose of our trip. I told him we were on a 10 day pub crawl. "Welcome to Ireland ! " he said. We then promptly reported for duty at Munroe's pub.
Leaving Dublin the next day, we visited the Glendalough monastery (Year 900) and the Blarney Castle to kiss the stone. The Blarney stone, set into the castle wall in 1446, is said to give mystical powers of eloquence. It is reached at the top of the 100 foot castle (35m) where one leans over backwards over the embattlement wall to pucker up and give it a smooch. Not for the fait of heart- or the sane- it is still a powerful draw for a half million people a year to line up and do the honors.
I actually kissed that sucker when I was a teenager on my first trip to Ireland. Being a lifelong inhibited introvert, reserved, shy, withdrawn, reclusive, self effacing wallflower kind of guy, I needed all the help I could get. Clearly, it worked! This was my second shot at it, a top up of sorts.
A quick visit followed to the 200 foot deep (70M) Doolin cave to see the 3rd longest stalactite in the world at 21 feet (7M). We have visited caves from the US to Switzerland to Ireland to Arizona to Kentucky and pretty much everywhere in between.
Up in the morning, we were off to Connemara national park to check out the bog fields, the Kylemore Abbey, drive by the Kyllary Fjord and the Cong Abbey. Whew! Big day, pooped and thirsty. We stayed above a local pub and reported for duty.
Moving on, we made our way to Londonderry in Northern Ireland. No sooner had we entered the city, it became obvious that the decades old sentiments from "The Troubles" were hardly over. No more bombs being tossed about but deep seated hard feelings that are still raw. Man, these folks are still really ticked off.
Finally, on our last day we visited Bru na Boinne and Newgrange. They are famous for the spectacular prehistoric passage tombs of Knowth, Newgrange and Dowth which were built circa 3200 BC. These ceremonial structures are among the most important Neolithic sites in the world and contain the largest collection of megalithic art in Western Europe. It also happens to be the premier of Irelands World Heritage Sites, coming in at number 140 for us.
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