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Gaelic Fraggles & the Gift of Gab

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Mornings are meant for sleeping, coffee sipping, and relaxing. Functional activities, such as preparing for the day, really should be pushed into another time category, such as mid-morning. Because I have not yet made this a reality on a daily basis in our lives, we have a handful of tricks up our sleeves that ease the typical morning routine - whether we are at home or away. Luke starting a blazing fire and coffee in a cold house are two of my very favorites - regardless of the country that we are in. Jaden discovered another one this morning that has just been officially added to the list. Gaelic Fraggle Rock! I about choked on my coffee when I realized it! The sight of Red and Merlin Fraggle would have been enough to do it, but the fact that when they opened their soft little cloth puppet mouths, Gaelic came spewing out - I could hardly contain myself! This made for a morning of champions by the fire with my coffee. I think I heard the kids laughing a couple of times, but it may have been at me, not with me. Morning haters will do what it takes to love a morning.

We packed our bags as Luke was finishing his final battle with Turbo. I'm pretty sure he unplugged him as we left - just as a "take that" - and if he didn't, it would have been well deserved for that stubborn square of metal! We finished traveling the Ring of Kerry on our way out which was quite lovely. The inside of the ring that we drove came in every type of terrain from the common rolling green hills with sheep spots to desolate and barren open lands with mountains and shrubs. The outside of the ring stayed consistently lined with dark, steep rocks, bright blue waters, and an occasional sandy beach.

We spent a good portion of our day at Blarney Castle. Legend has it that if you climb to the top, lay on your back, and hang your head upside down over the 70ish foot ledge and kiss the Blarney Stone you will be given the gift of gab. We did attempt to leave Jaden in the car for this one, knowing that additional language for this child is a poor choice, but yes, of course, he talked us out of it. Luke and the kids hung and kissed the stone without question. As I was preparing to grab the bars and lay down, I remembered that I'd read somewhere that the security guards pee on the Blarney Stone each night and decided that I should ask the Irish gentleman that was assisting me in laying down if this might be true. Admittedly, this would have been a good question to ask before he laid me back, but it was too late. As I put my lips on the rock, I received a semi-confident response that the security guards lock up at night and go on their merry way. Hmmm. Water fountain, anyone? We spent a couple hours strolling through the castle grounds, which were set like an enormous playground with wishing stones, Druid circles, fairy glades, poisonous gardens, caves, rock formations, waterfalls, and so much more. The rain fell heavily at times, which prompted running for cover in the caves and made for a wet, but wild, afternoon that felt like we were in a storybook.

We ended up in Kinsale, which is a little town on the water and our home for the night. The streets are lined with colored buildings and friendly people and the water is lined with boats. When our bartender asked where we were from in the States and he heard 'Colorado', it took him a moment, but he excitedly came up with John Denver and quickly followed with "South Park!". Yes. That'd be us. It's been funny to hear what we are associated with. I do believe the two leading categories right now are Coors and the Rocky Mountains, although Coors may be winning because it is held in such high regard here. Crazy Irish!

We headed home to our small apartment on the water and ended up in a heap on our bed with the kids drawing faces on all 10 of Luke's toes, while he held my hand in anguish in his best attempt to remain still. We all laughed until we were in tears. I'm sure the neighbors and sheep thought we were beating the kids as the schoolgirl squealing came barreling out the windows! I fell asleep with a smile on my face!

Posted by akgearhard 15:57 Archived in Ireland

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No doubt the schoolgirl scream came from Luke. I'm not at all happy that Colorado is associated with Coors avoids the world. Great entry. Keep Em coming. I feel like I'm there with ya'll.

by Tsylor

I didn't want to ruin that for those that wouldn't have guessed it, but you are oh-so-correct! Hugs!

by akgearhard

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