We started out at the airport with seven of us. Only three were able to get on the plane to go to Cork in the end.I was not one of them.
We were told we could use our GNIB (Card-version of a passport you need to stay in Ireland over 90 days) card to get on the airplane. We were misinformed. So, we ran to the bus stop and payed extra for a bus ride of four and a half hours to Cork, instead of the 30 minute plane flight.
Oh, and this is after they took my very expensive face wash because it was too big of a liquid.
We arrive to our incredibly ghetto hostel in an incredibly sketch part of the neighborhood.
Tis is the view from our window... A cemetery.
This is the bed I slept on. It smelled like feet.
However, the final highlight of my day (after being awake for 13 hours and it only being 6:30) is that our lovely 3 friends that had made it on the plane surprised us with dinner when we arrived!
We roamed around for a little while ans saw this pretty church, St. Anne's:
Of course, then it got to be too sketch in the dark, so we opened up our four bottles of wine from the very bad day and proceeded to drink them, then be the loud Americans having fun around the streets of Cork.
The next day we went and saw Blarney Castle. It was the second best part of our not-so-good trip. The scenery was absolutely beautiful!
After climbing up the scariest flight of stairs in the world (it was like a wet, hobbit stairwell- I almost had to stop and turn around because I felt like I couldn't breathe!) I was able to kiss the Blarney Stone and look at the fantastic countryside.
When we got back into Cork we walked around for a tad, up the most ginormous hill to take some pretty pictures on a grassy area.
After that adventure, we were all so tired and, I'm sorry Colton, but all there is to do is shop and we were all terribly out of money. So, we spent what little we had left on the most delicious Butler's Bailey's Cheesecake in the world. Worth every penny!
We were ablt to get on the flight back home, praise Jesus, and then, to top off our weekend, had the taxi driver from Hell with Road Rage, the unability to speak clear english, and a just plain bad driver.
There were some high's, like dinner, Blarney, and pie, but hopefully I'll be able to laugh about it later.
Word of the Blog:
"Blarey": bullcrap.
My dear Katie,
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I just keep looking at the pie and wished I had some. I has a stair case like that in Paris and a taxi driver like that all the way from Paris to Normady and back. Thos e are great pictures once again keep it up. By the way what was the dinner your friends made it looked yummy also. Got to go I thinks it's dinner time.
TQMM as Luly says "Te Quiero Mucho Mas"
Padre
Katie,
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Aunt Dixie
I have tried to post for 2 days Katie so hope this goes through!! What wonderful pics and comments, did you get that from Grampa Jim or is this your very own hidden talent? How are your classes going? Good I hope, are you able to understand Professor Pierre La Frenchman with the Irish Twang any better??!! Your adventures are terrific and we had some bad experiences in Italy as well but the good prevail so take heart. Where and when is your next adventure? Can't wait to see it. See if you can find a little aerosol pump bottle of Febreeze at the market and tuck it in your bag, it is 3 oz. and allowed on planes, anyway you can spray your bed at the next hostel and feel comfortable!! Take care sweetie, have fun.
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Judy
It all looks like alot of fun. You might have to adjust to Arizona all over again. The pics are fun to look through.
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