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After a hellish day of traveling, with hardly a bite to eat, we finally get what we came for: a pint, and an honest-to-goodness burger. There wasn't a bit of pasta anywhere in sight.


At the top of Blarney castle.


Kissing the Blarney stone. Many jokes were made about the necessity or prudence of my kissing it. Very funny.



Blarney castle.

Just hanging out in the gardens behind the castle.


Entrance to an old abandoned fortress. Pretty much the coolest place on earth...ever.


Inside the fortress.


Walking from the fortress to a path down by the shore to watch sunset we came upon an old, overgrown cemetary.


Ms. Shannon enjoyes the sunset.


...and the last final flare.


Drinking Irish coffee and hot chocolate in the pub on the way back to town from the fortress while the winds and rains raged outside. It was very comfortable...until we had to go back out into that to get back to town. The sheer amount of pubs in Ireland, and the amount of time they spend in them, makes a whole lot of sense.

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Anthony Smitha ha detto…
Call me an illiterate, ill-traveled typical American, if you will, but what is the Blarney Stone? And why would you kiss it?
9:07 PM
Anonimo ha detto…
It has something to do with giving you good luck, or happiness, or something.....As for why to kiss it, well, i can tell you why not to kiss it.(I'll tell you when I get back, as some of the kiddies who read this won't be able to handle the truth)
1:39 AM
Donna-Katie ha detto…
Ooh! Ooh! I know why you shouldn't kiss it --

oops. Yeah, you're right. Mixed company and all. Let's just say it's unhygienic. :)
11:32 PM
Anonimo ha detto…
From someone from that part of the world who has been introduced to your crazy blogsite by Monica... just to let you know that kissing the Blarney Stone gives you 'the gift of the gab'... although I don't think that you'll be needing it from what I'm seeing.
Keep on having lots of fun in Rome, and wave to Ben16 for me!!!
SH
3:12 PM
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