Our Irish Adventure Commences
Please excuse me while I hold you hostage to my vacation photos–I feel a bit like that annoying relative who forces you to watch a slide show of his trip to Walla Walla. I’m live blogging for our friends and family but you can enjoy the photos, too! If this isn’t your cup of tea, feel free to come back next week when I’ll be back to my regular book blogging posts.
We arrived safely in Ireland after a perfect flight–Ant hasn’t flown since 1995–and we both had a ton of anxiety before leaving. I was afraid he’d dart out of the airport and go home, and/or that motion sickness would overcome me on the flight. Neither happened, but I did manage to pack a 70 (SEVENTY!) pound suitcase. Hello, surcharge!
The lady at the US Airways counter was so sweet–she moved our seats to a bulkhead row with an empty seat between us. While it wasn’t the first class seat I’d been hoping for, I could SMELL the luxury and comfort from where I sat.
Once we landed, we zoomed through Customs–one of the employees tried to flag Anthony into the European Citizen line–must be that red hair and beard. Then we were off to get our car. I was joking with the agent about the insurance options and must have made him nervous about my driving skills because he gave us a real beater–it’s dented and has damage to the tires. I sat in the driver’s (passenger’s) seat for about 20 minutes mustering the courage to pull out of the spot.
We zoomed down the M50 south towards Kilkenny and made it safely. Our hotel, the Lyrath Estate, is gorgeous and the reception agents were so good to us. They didn’t raise an eyebrow at our 10:30am arrival–check in isn’t until 4pm–but they graciously got our bags, parked our car, and showed us to our room.
Though we just wanted to fall into bed, we dragged our sorry selves into town for lunch and some window shopping. Kilkenny is so charming–we kept joking that it felt like we were on a movie set. (Side note: First order of business was to buy an additional carry on bag so I can split my luggage and not have to pay a fee on the way home.)
We had a nice lunch at a restaurant that’s been around since, oh, the 1300s, and then it was back to the hotel for nap time!
While Ant dove into bed, I took a few more photos. My nephew asked if I could bring home some candy for him. I once gave him a box of Smarties–UK M&Ms–and he became smitten with international treats. I may or may not have already devoured the Kit Kat–sorry little buddy!
Tomorrow we’re off to some other great cities and towns and the photo tour will continue!