We started of the day early this day- we were ready to leave Killkenny. Don't get me wrong we absolutely loved it, but knowing there is so much else to see was getting us a bit of traveler's A.D.D. We ate another Full Irish breakfast and hit the road running.
Rock of Cashel- So NOT a "Wall on a Hill!!!"
I mentioned that locals in Killkenny told us that the Rock of Cashel was a big tourist attraction but was merely not more than a "F*%$#*@ Wall on a F*%$#@ hill!" They. Were. WRONG.
Now allow me to clarify- in acruality they are kind of correct; it is nothing like the Killkenny castle. It hasnt been redone to "Reflect the time" This thing is crumbling. No roof, Rocks everywhere, supports holding it up, but nothing else seems to have been touched. Totally different experince than the Killkenny Castle.
In the Killkenny Castle I Imagined myself as a princess walking through the brighly painted corridoors and admiring eacch room, with its beautiful decor, paintings, etc. In the Rock of Cashel I found myself humbled. I was standing in a place that was so historic and bigger than myself, that I felt like I should whisper. It was pretty amazing.
Cahir Catle was neat, sounds like an understatement because after the Rock, it wasn't as big of a deal. Lovely and fun to see, but we were ready for a change of scenery.
Lismore/Eco-friendly B and b's.
Holy Shikees.
Lismore was pretty and very cute and quaint. The Lismore Castle was a fairytle Castle Literally. Cue the friggin swans. Right next to the river, over a stone bridge, and everything else out of the story books. But literally- there were swans in front of this thing. and it doesnt allow tourists except on the bridge across the street because, ready for it, peaople LIVE there. Lucky Bastards.
Not much else in Lismore except our B and B. Well come to find out, our B and B is right ourside of Lismore. The GPS, who has went from an object that i loathed the first day, to a God send and faithful companion is a actually a sneaky little BITCH. It took us down quite possibly the scariest mountain, woodsy, back door "folk"- you've got a perdy mouth road that we have ever seen. If we were in a canoe I would have said "Paddle faster, I hear banjos...." Don't flip Mom, I didn't see a single person, it wasn't the people just the scenery. We get there and we had talked to a very nice gentlemen on the phone, well he wasn't there....but his wife was. Obviously not Irish she welcomed us with a raised eyebrow and a "We don't get many young American girls.....Let me show you to your room, this is usually OUR bathroom but it will be yours tonight....Guess I wont have a shower in the morning....etc." We heard alot of "this is OURS, but You can USE it..."
Now we were a bit confused because this WAS a B and B, but this wasnt the warm welcome we were accustomed with, we felt like intruders. Eco -friedly apparently means there are a thousand rules. Turn off all but one light, shut the doors, no heater, rainwater so the "If its yellow, let it mellow" rule is suppsoed to apply (we didn't follow that one" and so on and so on. She wasn't rude....just precise, Not as "homey". We didn't do much, kind of stayed in our room, watched movies and slept. Got out of there EARLY and felt the tension rise off of our shoulders like clothes of off a stripper. Quickly, easily, and to the delight of others.
More later. Love you all :)
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