We ended our day in Dublin with an
interesting night. We chilled and watched the Euro 2016 final, and then hit the sack. Or at least the kids did. As Cyndie was brushing her teeth looking out the window, she saw a bit of a commotion. Turns out a cab and a mini-van had had a minor fender bender ... that neither driver thought was minor. We proceeded to see a 40 something man and a 20 something man get into a short fist fight!? After a passer by broke them up, the 40s something in the mini-van went to his trunk and grabbed a ... wait for it ... license plate?!?! with which to go after the other guy. Who responded by going to his trunk for his jumper cables. Finally 40s guy's ... wait for it ... pregnant wife gets out of the car and yells at her husband and gets him to get in the car and leave. Crazy!
So after that show, we went to bed to be woken up multiple times through the night by troubles for both kids sleeping. I think it was a combination of a fairly noisy street, sharing a room (which they're not used to), and jet lag (still not totally adjusted to Irish time). But we made it through, and not too tired.
In the morning, we had showers and a quick breakfast and headed to the next adventure ... left sided driving. It turns out it's not quite as hard as some may make it sound, but it's also not 100% easy either (especially when driving a manual). Thank goodness the pedals are in the same place! Loaded up, we then proceeded to Cork, a 2 1/2 hour drive. Once we got out of the city of Dublin, we got to what I more typically thought of as Ireland ... rolling green hills, small little hamlets, etc. It was a pretty uneventful drive. We had only one missed exit, and then we made it (through some pretty small and windy roads) to Blarney Castle.
I can't say enough about this place. It was phenomenal. The castle itself (dating from the 1440s) was MUCH taller than I expected. I think its technically 4 full stories, but each is far more than the 10-12 feet of an American story. Plus, it sits at the top of a (I think) 40 foot rock wall. It was very impressive as we approached. It is probably technically a ruin; mostly just the shell remains. Many of the wooden floors are gone. But it was very cool to be able to explore and see the different parts of the castle, all without a guide or any restriction on exploration. Very fun. We wound through the castle to the top where the Blarney stone is (all the while chatting with a New Zealander who was a dairy farmer who knew all about Wisconsin). We all kissed the stone, thereby all being blessed with the gift of eloquence. We explored the castle a bit more, but then exited the structure to the real gem of the visit, the grounds. Here again, the real fun was something we stumbled upon!
It turns out that the current owner of Blarney castle (an English descendant of a long ago lord) has recently begun to significantly develop the grounds around the castle (this started with his inheritance of the estate around six years ago). There was a gorgeous fern garden, a water garden, and many trails which lead around and through the grounds (including an old
huge kiln). Centerpiece to this was the Blarney House (which we unfortunately missed touring), a more Downton Abbey-esque structure. There were also
many exotic trees which provided a great source of entertainment and exercise for the kids. We could have spent at least a couple of more hours there if we had the time. I think I speak for the whole family when I highly, highly recommend visiting Blarney Castle, especially if you have not done so in the last six years.

Leaving Blarney, we headed to our first bed and breakfast, the Garnish House in Cork. We were warmly greeted by a Garnish House staff member and then served traditional tea with "biscuits". We chose a fun third floor walk up room (family room with a double bed and two singles). Now we're chilling a little in the room before we wander out for a late dinner in Cork!
Lessons Learned today:
- Trees make great jungle gyms for energetic kids (even teenagers can be energetic kids), especially if the trees are the right kind of trees.
- 11 year olds can NOT keep track of their own things when distracted by cool history and nature. Tim lost his wallet once and a gift he bought for his cousin Henry twice today. Fortunately he found the both each time (though with a total of probably 15 - 20 minutes of looking). Tomorrow, he's carrying his cinch sack and not taking it off!
- Cork has more than can be seen in a long afternoon. We would have loved to see the Cork City Gaol (jail), but ran out of time. St. Fin Barre's Cathedral was also something we missed.
- Cyndie picks up accents quickly!
Looking forward to tomorrow:
- A traditional Irish breakfast at the Garnish House.
- Driving the Ring of Kerry ... the fun is in the journey!