A walk before breakfast.A trip to the local bookstore. A view to the sea. Even if you are in the middle of nowhere, you can't drop your pants to pee without getting an audience. The end of the day's trail.
Good morning or evening in your case. Just had an observation. In none of your pistures do I see trees. Other thatn that it surelooks like beautiful country. mwp
I've met some folks Who say that I'm a dreamer And I've no doubt There's truth in what they say But sure a body's bound to be a dreamer When all the things he loves are far away And precious things Are dreams unto an exile They take him o'er The land across the sea Especially when it happens he's an exile From that dear lovely Isle of Innisfree
And when the moonlight Peeps across the rooftops Of this great city Wondrous though it be I scarcly feel its wonder or laughter I'm once again back home in Innisfree
I wonder o'er green hills Through dreamy valleys And find a peace No other land would know I hear the birds make music fit for angels And watch the rivers laughing As they flow And then into a humble shack I wander-- My dear old home-- And tenderly behold The folks I love Around the turf fire gathered On bended knee Their rosary is told
But dreams don't last Though dreams are not forgotten And soon I'm back To stern reality But though they pave The footways here with gold dust I still would choose My Isle of Innisfree
Fess up: did you plant that Obama book in the fiction pile? But seeing life in Ireland, I can see why the immigrants longed so hard for the Old Country once they came to Boston, NYC, and Chicago. I can't imagine how horrible life had to be for so many to have to leave.
Lucky you. I'm sensing spiritual rejuvenation occuring. I'm willing to wager a pint of guinness, that a refreshed and invigorated spirit, will be reflected in your writing over the next several months. I can't wait.
Lovely place Donegal. Almost as lovely as the Connemara region a few miles south, where much of my family still lives, including millions of cousins, an aunt,my oldest daughter, and shiny new granddaughter.
And a full Irish style "Ploughman's Breakfast". Who ever thought a pig could die so nobly. I wish you had room and I had a plane ticket.
If you get down into County Clare (you have to see the Burren), there are several great pubs along the coast when you can have a great bit of stew and a few Guinness while taking in a good session, as the local musicians call it.
A bit further south of Mayo and you're into Gaelic speaking territory. "God with you" is (phonetically) Gee-ah-gwitch. Tell them you're Americanihoo and they'll switch into English. Even the old ones speak it, they just don't want to admit it:-)
I got used to the time change pretty quick. I cane here straight off of work and hit the ground running.
LauraB - ahh, that's the traditional old Irish tradition called ye olde hotel mini bar.
FarmMom - Hi there, after driving in Colorado this weather here was a piece of cake.
Kerry - I'll have lots of pictures to show you and B. when I get home.
Christina - Fortunately, the hiking up steep hills and all the other activity is burning off the calories, for the food I've had here has been amazing. I've eaten at some pretty tiny little gems. Last night, venison stew in a red wine gravy topped with puffed pastry and leak mashed potatoes.
A trip to the local bookstore.
A view to the sea.
Even if you are in the middle of nowhere, you can't drop your pants to pee without getting an audience.
The end of the day's trail.
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Beautiful pictures! I especially like the "Irish Fiction" one...made me lol!
That looks like a stupendous breakfast as well. Fuel for your wanderings...excellent!
Keep having fun, and keep taking pictures. :)
Good morning or evening in your case. Just had an observation. In none of your pistures do I see trees. Other thatn that it surelooks like beautiful country.
mwp
Ooo, that last shot is gorgeous!
I'll be vicariously disappointed if you do come back to us. It looks to be a lovely trip.
*sigh*
hmmm..... Inishfree, Donegal, is neaby, Brigid:
The Isle of Innisfree
I've met some folks
Who say that I'm a dreamer
And I've no doubt
There's truth in what they say
But sure a body's bound to be a dreamer
When all the things he loves are far away
And precious things
Are dreams unto an exile
They take him o'er
The land across the sea
Especially when it happens he's an exile
From that dear lovely Isle of Innisfree
And when the moonlight
Peeps across the rooftops
Of this great city
Wondrous though it be
I scarcly feel its wonder or laughter
I'm once again back home in Innisfree
I wonder o'er green hills
Through dreamy valleys
And find a peace
No other land would know
I hear the birds make music fit for angels
And watch the rivers laughing
As they flow
And then into a humble shack I wander--
My dear old home--
And tenderly behold
The folks I love
Around the turf fire gathered
On bended knee
Their rosary is told
But dreams don't last
Though dreams are not forgotten
And soon I'm back
To stern reality
But though they pave
The footways here with gold dust
I still would choose
My Isle of Innisfree
Oh... thats Innisfree. My Bad. ;)
Still... get some pics, could you please?
Link to Song (and Lyrics):
The Isle of Innisfree:
http://www.lyricszoo.com/celtic-w oman/isle-of-innisfree/
Be sure to delete the space between the 'w' and 'o' in the string 'woman' so that you can go to the link (truncate error).
Enjoy!!!
How do you get all of the pictures of the back of your head? I don't think I could bend my arms like that and still frame the shot as good as you do!
You need to get down south, into West Kerry, west of Trá Lí. That's my country and you won't be disappointed.
There's a typo on that book cover. Should be O'Bama.
Fess up: did you plant that Obama book in the fiction pile? But seeing life in Ireland, I can see why the immigrants longed so hard for the Old Country once they came to Boston, NYC, and Chicago. I can't imagine how horrible life had to be for so many to have to leave.
Beautiful views! Recharge the body, recharge the mind!!!
Great pictures! Where is that last one? I got a laugh from the "Irish Fiction" one too.
I envy you. It's cold back here.
Lucky you. I'm sensing spiritual rejuvenation occuring. I'm willing to wager a pint of guinness, that a refreshed and invigorated spirit, will be reflected in your writing over the next several months. I can't wait.
Lovely place Donegal. Almost as lovely as the Connemara region a few miles south, where much of my family still lives, including millions of cousins, an aunt,my oldest daughter, and shiny new granddaughter.
And a full Irish style "Ploughman's Breakfast". Who ever thought a pig could die so nobly. I wish you had room and I had a plane ticket.
If you get down into County Clare (you have to see the Burren), there are several great pubs along the coast when you can have a great bit of stew and a few Guinness while taking in a good session, as the local musicians call it.
A bit further south of Mayo and you're into Gaelic speaking territory. "God with you" is (phonetically) Gee-ah-gwitch. Tell them you're Americanihoo and they'll switch into English. Even the old ones speak it, they just don't want to admit it:-)
Sounds like you're having a wonderful time. Enjoy!
Are you going to visit the Guinness Brewery? Be sure to tell us how the real stuff compares to what we get in the states.
Made me think of the trip we took to Scotland a few years ago. Irish Fiction also made both Bun and I Laugh out Loud.
Kerry
Amazing...where to next?!
And do they really leave a little whiskey at the bedside?
It is a good thing, to be reminded that there are still green places in the world...As February, brown and grey descends upon us here.
As always, well composed pics. AND I WANT that breakfast.
Beautiful scenery!
I love the one in the library!
I'm glad you are having a wonderful time. Everyone needs a break now and then.
Impetuous. Homeric.
Redheads are always watched. :-)
Wow! I like the one of the shore particularly.
Jim
Heh, I had another thought: Obama Book=BLARNEY!
Irish Fiction, see?
I got used to the time change pretty quick. I cane here straight off of work and hit the ground running.
LauraB - ahh, that's the traditional old Irish tradition called ye olde hotel mini bar.
FarmMom - Hi there, after driving in Colorado this weather here was a piece of cake.
Kerry - I'll have lots of pictures to show you and B. when I get home.
Christina - Fortunately, the hiking up steep hills and all the other activity is burning off the calories, for the food I've had here has been amazing. I've eaten at some pretty tiny little gems. Last night, venison stew in a red wine gravy topped with puffed pastry and leak mashed potatoes.
Ah, those photos! They're all gorgeous, but that breakfast plate - it's trying to leap off the screen at me! So glad you're trip is going well.
And I'll also ask: did you employ a wee bit of mischief with that Obama book? Or did the bookstore folks have a wry sense of humor, too?
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