Gift of gab

It seems we're beginning to run out of steam. We visited Blarney Castle and kissed the Blarney Stone. After that, we went to Cork to see the English Market. We weren't really impressed and decided to head for Rosslare which is where we'd catch the ferry to Wales. Tony suggested we take the 9 p.m. ferry since we'd make it on time. We did that just that.

Our ferry ride nearly didn't happen. We didn't know we had to have a ticket beforehand. We drove up to the gate where we waited for over an hour only to be told we had to park and go back for a ticket. We originally thought it left at 7 instead of 9. Tony was able to buy the tickets and we got into the next line to wait to board. Then they chose us for a security check point. Thank goodness all was ok on that front.

It is sparsely populated and very quiet. The ride is just over three hours. It should be interesting to see what time we find a hotel, let alone get checked in and asleep. Tomorrow may be our latest yet in getting started.

We've had a wonderful time in Ireland. We have seen the island from top to bottom, side to side, and quite a bit in the middle. Castles, sheep, cows, mountains, coasts, green grasses, cliffs, rainbows, and clover. We didn't leave a stone unturned. It was wonderful to visit the homeland of both of our families. We didn't see any Given or McCann signs, but there were times where it definitely felt like home.

We plan to explore some in Wales and try to fit Hampton Court Palace in before going to London. I need to start figuring out my tourist plan for next week while Tony works. I'm thinking Monday may include an entire day of horizontal activity with me looking at the inside of my eyelids. I may even try to track down a massage. We've run and explored to the point my body is begging for mercy.