April 29, 2015: If I’ve learned anything, it’s listen to the locals. We never would have gone to Kilkenny if it weren’t for a conversation over Guinness with three young Irishman who told us about it. I won’t ever forget the climb at St. Canice’s round tower … 120 ancient steps up to the most sublime view. The tower has stood for close to 800 years, but on the (very shaky) way up, all I could think was, “well, this could be the day …” The view from the top made the trepidation (read: terror) worth it. Afterward, we traveled to the Rock of Cashel. After another Guinness stop, and another new friend, we have one more unplanned destination in mind for tomorrow … Myrtleville by the sea. Cork tonight, kissing the Blarney Stone in the morning. Can it get any better? Life is good. It is very, very good.
