I ended up having breakfast on the side of a road in Kilkenny with Beth and drank some weird orange drink.. Oh how I miss the breakfast brunches w/ Mom Dad and Katelyn.. Oh well, I'm in another country and I made due. We got onto the bus at about 10:30 and headed to the top tourist destination in Southern Ireland... Blarney Castle. I was really excited about this aspect of the trip. We ended up making it to Blarney at about 12PM noontime. I ran to the castle, walked up the terrifyingly narrow MacCarthy staircases to what seemed to be a 500 foot tall building. I stood in line and waited my turn and then dangled myself over the side of the castle to kiss the Blarney stone to get the gift of gab. The Aussies behind me were excited about the stone as well as my coalition of international mates who were right there with me to kiss the stone and laugh as well. I ended up getting a picture of myself kissing the stone and I hope to say that I have the gift of Blarney now. We ended up getting into the bus and heading to County Cork where Henry Ford was originally from. It was a beautiful city and the history behind it was magnificent. Our final and last stop was in the same county "El Capitan" was from called "The Rock." Unfortunately, due to rain no one really wanted to climb up to see the castle that had a huge entry fee. So I got on a wi-fi station, wrote home and talked to a few friends. It was pretty farmland, and I can't explain how much fun sitting in a bus seeing this country really was. I recommend it to anyone.
Eventually, around 5PM we made it back to Dublin. Our original plan was to sleep in the airport until our 2Pence flight got off at 8AM in the morning. Ironically, my South African mates had a similiar situation, but were going to stay in a hostel. We ended up going out and having some lamb shanks in a pub right off of the Temple Bar district, and polished off our dinner with some Guiness. Two of our international coalition had to run to catch a late plane into London and left me, Dinah, Beth, and Rory (South African) to ourselves in the city. Well, we were going to stay out as late as possible and not get to the airport until we had to. We ended up going to O'Sullivan's pub and listened to Irish folk music. The night got a little interesting after we made a beverage purchase at a STA convenience store at around 9. Lets just say that's a story I may not be telling mom, but will definitely be telling dad. Anyways, at around 3 AM we made our way into a cab and got to the Dublin airport for some relaxing sleep in a Starbucks booth. My trip to Ireland had ended the right way, tired, a bit tipsy, and extremely awestruck by the beauty of the country. I enjoyed every minute of it, made some awesome new friends, and saw really my homeland. I can't wait to share some more stories with all of you about the week after Ireland that I'm calling "Rest Week" and about my venture to Scotland tomorrow where I'll be completing one of the dreams that I've always had!!!
God Bless, Happy Dayz and Good Craic to all of you back in the States who are interested on Where in the World I am!!!
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