April 30, 2015: If you hear me muttering “fooking ‘ell” when I return to the states, pay no mind. I’ve developed a bit of a tic from driving on the left side of the road and working to pick the correct exit route off the roundabouts.
Well, I kissed a Blarney Stone, and I liked it. Craziest staircase ever to get there, but the view from the top was magnificent. And well worth the climb. Fair warning … the kiss bestows the gift of gab. I’ve never been the quiet sort, but now? Yikes …
After that, we drove to the coastal town of Myrtleville and had lunch at a beautiful restaurant cliffside. Couldn’t be this close to the Jameson Distillery without stopping in for a visit, so we headed there after lunch, and tasted some of the reserve selections. Left the factory a few euros lighter, and some really good Irish whiskey richer. We decided to head to Cork, so I put “Cork City” in to the GPS. For whatever reason, it translated that to “Cork City Gaol” (jail), which we have been hoping to avoid all week long. “Fooking ‘ell”, I said, and corrected the address ..