I love it here

Generally, I am never the drunkest person in the bar. It has occurred but for the most part, I am never the drunkest. However, here, in Ireland, a new situation has occurred. After drinking for a bit, say, since 7 o'clock, I was still the most sober! Seriously. This is a totally new situation for me. And I am fascinated!

This town is wonderful. After leaving Thomas the Builder, I went to have dinner at the Palace Hotel. It was expensive but was the closest I could get to traditional fair here in Cashel. Without crashing someone's home that is. For dinner I had beef and Guinness stew with a glass of Guinness and Guinness ice cream. Okay I made up the ice cream but c'mon GUINNESS!!!!

After dinner, I walked back to the pub I had previously left Thomas at. Pat...O...something or another. Thomas was no longer there but that does not mean there were a shortage of entertaining celts around. Seriously, I hate to admit it but I get a great deal of pleasure when a entire group of people represents a stereotype so perfectly and tonight, it happened. Old men were talking in Gaelic and singing old tunes about rivers and losing things. Boys were picking fights. Everything was just so completely...irish. And in the midst of it all, everyone was so completely friendly as to make me feel totally welcome.

I love it here.

Sorry Glenda, sorry mom, it may happen that we live here.

Anyway, tomorrow I move further towards the coast.

Love to all
TW