Ian and his scooter .........................0
The pavement .........................1
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Friday, July 25, 2008
Ennis
The town we live in is Ennis and it is in County Clare. Dan works at the Shannon airport and he only has to commute....wait for it........20 minutes!!!! No more 1.5 hour commute to Boston. That alone was worth all the aggravation of moving here.
Ennis is the biggest of the surrounding towns. Everybody comes here to shop and eat and play. If you want to check out more on the town you can go to visitennis.ie. Ennis is so cute! It has narrow streets that may or may not have cars careening at you. The shops and restaurants have colorful wooden store-fronts. I can't tell you about the cuisine because all my husband has taken me to are pubs. You get pub food consisting of something deep fried, 2 kinds of potatoes and some sort of green pile of vegetables. Kids are allowed in during the day where it is more of a family restaurant vibe but watch out at night. You may get run over by the pub crawlers.
On a side note, if you are looking for a light switch in a pitch black bathroom, feel over the door. I will leave it at that.
check out the picture of Anthony Daly sports. Hmmmm could be a long lost relative. Maybe I can get the family discount.
The cottage
Our house sits directly across from a classic Irish cottage. Dave the landlord's mother was born in this house. It has 3 rooms downstairs and one small room upstairs. Dave assured me that the rickety old stairs were completely safe. I, being the brave soul that I am, stayed downstairs while the kids went up to check out the room. That is some quality mothering right there!!!
The cottage has a barn next to it where we store our extra stuff. Dunkin the donkey and Dudlee the pony stay there in the winter. Dave plans on fixing up the place and retiring there. I told him he should fix it up and rent it to American tourists!
Sunday, July 20, 2008
The arrival
Greetings all from the Emerald Isle. After much snoozing and adjusting to the time difference, I am finally awake enough to write. Our flight out of Manchester on Tuesday, July 1st, started innocently enough. It was only after the 3rd delay because of bad weather in Newark that we were finally bounced to US Air from Continental. I laughingly joked with the US Air agent that I would be shocked if all 6 pieces of luggage showed up in Ireland. He smirked and mumbled that would not be a problem. I should have known!!! (Only 3 pieces of luggage showed up)
We flew to Philly and got on the plane to Shannon. The kids were fascinated by the tv's on the ceiling until they found out the only tv we could see was broken. I found it amusing that they still tried to sell us the ear phones. Emma was convinced that the plane was going to fly into the sun. Ian read his new Red Sox yearbook for the entire flight. I listened to the passenger in front of us cough loudly the ENTIRE flight. That made for fun sleeping. (snooze, snooze,COUGH!!!!!!) It startled me out of sleep EVERY time. We arrived in Shannon the next day and I found I had lost hearing in one ear. This was not helpful as I had to explain to the Irish US Air agent that most of my luggage was probably in Newark. I could not hear anything she said so I smiled and nodded perpetuating the stereotype of the stupid American tourist.
We were so happy to see Dan. He was thrilled to see us as well. I was happy until he drove on the left side of the road and took us through our first roundabout. Then, not so much. Scary!!!After napping for awhile, Dan took us to a Bunratty Castle for a medieval banquet. I had my first and God willing, last taste of Mead. Mead is an alcoholic drink made with fermented honey.(YUCK!!!!) Apparently, medieval people had no taste. Our entertainment was a man who spoke and sang like he was gargling. The others performers were much better. They entertained us with madrigals, the harp and violin. We drank broth out of a bowl, ate ribs with our fingers, and speared chicken and vegetables with our daggers. The kids thought that was great. The night ended with a beautiful rendition of Danny Boy. Ian was asleep at the table and Emma was fascinated by the princesses singing.
Ireland is as beautiful as people say. Everywhere you look, there are rolling hills and green pastures with cows. Many cows. Alot of cows. I think the cows are plotting to take over the world. They look innocent enough with their big eyes and fat bodies but I think it's an act!!!
We flew to Philly and got on the plane to Shannon. The kids were fascinated by the tv's on the ceiling until they found out the only tv we could see was broken. I found it amusing that they still tried to sell us the ear phones. Emma was convinced that the plane was going to fly into the sun. Ian read his new Red Sox yearbook for the entire flight. I listened to the passenger in front of us cough loudly the ENTIRE flight. That made for fun sleeping. (snooze, snooze,COUGH!!!!!!) It startled me out of sleep EVERY time. We arrived in Shannon the next day and I found I had lost hearing in one ear. This was not helpful as I had to explain to the Irish US Air agent that most of my luggage was probably in Newark. I could not hear anything she said so I smiled and nodded perpetuating the stereotype of the stupid American tourist.
We were so happy to see Dan. He was thrilled to see us as well. I was happy until he drove on the left side of the road and took us through our first roundabout. Then, not so much. Scary!!!After napping for awhile, Dan took us to a Bunratty Castle for a medieval banquet. I had my first and God willing, last taste of Mead. Mead is an alcoholic drink made with fermented honey.(YUCK!!!!) Apparently, medieval people had no taste. Our entertainment was a man who spoke and sang like he was gargling. The others performers were much better. They entertained us with madrigals, the harp and violin. We drank broth out of a bowl, ate ribs with our fingers, and speared chicken and vegetables with our daggers. The kids thought that was great. The night ended with a beautiful rendition of Danny Boy. Ian was asleep at the table and Emma was fascinated by the princesses singing.
Ireland is as beautiful as people say. Everywhere you look, there are rolling hills and green pastures with cows. Many cows. Alot of cows. I think the cows are plotting to take over the world. They look innocent enough with their big eyes and fat bodies but I think it's an act!!!
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