9:00 am Pack up our lovely mobile home. We drive two hours south to the town of Limerick. I guess this is where the rhyme, “I once knew a man from Nantucket came from.” But like I said earlier, it is now known as Stab City. It has had a massive crime rash of eight stabbing deaths in the last three years. Yes eight stabbings would be a bad weekend for Atlanta, but it’s all relative.
11:00 am On the way to Limerick, we stop at the Bunratty Castle. Bunratty was a neat little place. It tried to show you the feudal lifestyle, including cottages and farms and gardens and water wheels. We learned how there are no more wolves in Ireland, because the sheep dogs all wore these armor plates around their throats and eventually killed them all (since now they were battle ready invincible dogs). I guess it is humans way of assisting natural selection.
We were also involved in a manhunt for a lost young boy, believe his name was Leopold, but I can’t confirm that. Either way, his mom was quite disheveled looking for lost boy, while the rest of her party seemed to not even care.
We were able to tour the actual castle and sit in an actual throne. We contemplated sixty euros a night for a true Irish dinner including Irish dancing and whiskey. They were sold out, but not sure if we would have done it anyway.
4:00 The hotel was tiny but serviceable. The key to the room was almost bigger than the room itself.
8:00 pm After a quick jaunt into Limerick for church and a meal at Irelands version of Chic-fa-la, we decide to get some Jamison’s and just hang out in the hotel room. Kate is pretty excited by her chance to legally buy the booze. We play cards and enjoy the evening.
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