10-30-2019, 11:54 PM
I'm struggling to catch up. We are currently in the Aran Islands but here is the tale from three days (seems like a lifetime) ago
Day 6 Trallee to Limerick.
Hey, let’s drive like maniacs to get to places to meet with people at specific times.
Our first stop was the ferry at Tarbert to cross the Shannon to the Clare side of the river. Nothing puts pressure on you like making sure you get to the boat on time or risk waiting an additional hour for the next crossing.
We were sad to leave Barrow Lodge but the tide waits for no man. The one chink in the Barrow Lodge armor was their breakfast was not quite the best. Yes, I am quite spoiled after some of the breakfasts I’ve had on this trip.
We made it to the ferry without incident. The ferry crossing went smoothly and took just twenty minutes despite the fact the tide was racing out.
We headed up to Kilkee because my father always spoke highly of it. It’s a seaside resort town that a lot of people from Limerick visit on holiday. When Zachary, my father and I had visited back in 2009, I didn’t see why it appealed to him so much. I came through to see if maybe I had missed something.
I hadn’t. We pulled into the parking lot next to the wide cove where they used to race horse on the strand. I looked around and still couldn’t see the appeal. It was nice, but we probably could have missed it.
Our destination for the morning was to have lunch in Lahinch with our friends the Herlihy’s. John Herlihy went to school with me and his father worked for my father. John is now a big wig for LinkedIn traveling the world more than he is at home.
John’s brother Conner was in town so he came by with his wife and kids. John’s son Gavin was in residence while his older brother Michael is in the US attending USC.
We had a good time catching up. Sinead did my laundry so my sweatshirts no longer smelled like sweat. We talked about the disaster we had passed on the road into Lahinch. It’s a mess called the Trump Resort. Feh.
The visit was all too short. We would have liked to stay longer but we had a dinner date with more friends in Nenagh on the other side of Limerick. We had to leave to get to our hotel to check in so we could leave immediately for the thirty mile drive out to Nenagh.
Since we were so pressed for time there was no way we should make a slight detour to Quin Abby and takes pictures of the ruined monastery at sunset. Yeah, we shouldn’t have, but we did. Quin was gorgeous and magical as ever. This was the only time we were going to be by here on the trip for even the shortest time, so we had to make the stop. It was worth it. Plus, I can drive really fast.
We were in Limerick for a minute to check into the Strand Hotel and drop our bags. We also marveled at what looked liked a fungus infected carpet.
The trip to Nenagh went really fast. Something about a lead foot. Google continues it’s quest to make sure we see every back road and narrow lane. The journey to Nenagh was no exception. But it did take us right to the front door. Which is quite different from the first time I took the Queen there. I had hand written directions with a lot of confusing talk about where to turn at the roundabouts. We passed a bonfire burning in a farmer’s field multiple times before lucking into the right spot.
It was an evening of chatting with friends over food. I don’t think we solved the world’s problems but we gave it a shot. Their daughter is in Poland studying dentistry, while their son is trying to drink the local establishments dry. He just turned 18 and his parents seem remarkably tolerant about his alcohol consumption.
The Queen was over served wine during the course of the evening and became very chatty. My eyes started to close all too soon. It was a long day and it was time to get back to the hotel and fight the infection in the carpet.
Day 6 Trallee to Limerick.
Hey, let’s drive like maniacs to get to places to meet with people at specific times.
Our first stop was the ferry at Tarbert to cross the Shannon to the Clare side of the river. Nothing puts pressure on you like making sure you get to the boat on time or risk waiting an additional hour for the next crossing.
We were sad to leave Barrow Lodge but the tide waits for no man. The one chink in the Barrow Lodge armor was their breakfast was not quite the best. Yes, I am quite spoiled after some of the breakfasts I’ve had on this trip.
We made it to the ferry without incident. The ferry crossing went smoothly and took just twenty minutes despite the fact the tide was racing out.
We headed up to Kilkee because my father always spoke highly of it. It’s a seaside resort town that a lot of people from Limerick visit on holiday. When Zachary, my father and I had visited back in 2009, I didn’t see why it appealed to him so much. I came through to see if maybe I had missed something.
I hadn’t. We pulled into the parking lot next to the wide cove where they used to race horse on the strand. I looked around and still couldn’t see the appeal. It was nice, but we probably could have missed it.
Our destination for the morning was to have lunch in Lahinch with our friends the Herlihy’s. John Herlihy went to school with me and his father worked for my father. John is now a big wig for LinkedIn traveling the world more than he is at home.
John’s brother Conner was in town so he came by with his wife and kids. John’s son Gavin was in residence while his older brother Michael is in the US attending USC.
We had a good time catching up. Sinead did my laundry so my sweatshirts no longer smelled like sweat. We talked about the disaster we had passed on the road into Lahinch. It’s a mess called the Trump Resort. Feh.
The visit was all too short. We would have liked to stay longer but we had a dinner date with more friends in Nenagh on the other side of Limerick. We had to leave to get to our hotel to check in so we could leave immediately for the thirty mile drive out to Nenagh.
Since we were so pressed for time there was no way we should make a slight detour to Quin Abby and takes pictures of the ruined monastery at sunset. Yeah, we shouldn’t have, but we did. Quin was gorgeous and magical as ever. This was the only time we were going to be by here on the trip for even the shortest time, so we had to make the stop. It was worth it. Plus, I can drive really fast.
We were in Limerick for a minute to check into the Strand Hotel and drop our bags. We also marveled at what looked liked a fungus infected carpet.
The trip to Nenagh went really fast. Something about a lead foot. Google continues it’s quest to make sure we see every back road and narrow lane. The journey to Nenagh was no exception. But it did take us right to the front door. Which is quite different from the first time I took the Queen there. I had hand written directions with a lot of confusing talk about where to turn at the roundabouts. We passed a bonfire burning in a farmer’s field multiple times before lucking into the right spot.
It was an evening of chatting with friends over food. I don’t think we solved the world’s problems but we gave it a shot. Their daughter is in Poland studying dentistry, while their son is trying to drink the local establishments dry. He just turned 18 and his parents seem remarkably tolerant about his alcohol consumption.
The Queen was over served wine during the course of the evening and became very chatty. My eyes started to close all too soon. It was a long day and it was time to get back to the hotel and fight the infection in the carpet.
As a matter of fact, my anger does keep me warm