Top of the mornin' to you!
As with the previous days, the mountain scenery is beautiful. Not only is the mountain-and-ocean combination magnificent, but the people in Ireland are too. The Irish people are so warm and friendly. Not once have I met anyone who was less than welcoming. I am sure they have their arseholes, but I have yet to come across one. I have enjoyed eavesdropping on bar conversations, and it is clear that the Irish people really do have that gift of storytelling.
What is mind-blowing is how tiny Ireland is. The whole Island, counting both the Republic of Ireland and Northern Ireland, is about the size of South Carolina. The Republic of Ireland is closer to West Virginia, and yet Irish descendants seem to be all over the world. I have Irish roots on both sides of my family.
How many people of Irish descent return to the Emerald Isle to trace their family history?
Thos little white dots are birds.
Dogs, especially Border Collies, are very popular here. My dream dog!
Originally, I thought Kilgobbin Church was a castle. The church has an ancient graveyard that dates back to the early Christian site of St. Gobain, known as the Humble Hermit. Gobain withdrew to the forests of Thiérache to live a life of solitude and prayer. He built a small oratory dedicated to St. Peter and lived as a hermit, known for his holiness and deep communion with God. But his peace was disrupted when raiders attacked his forest dwelling and murdered him—striking him with a sword while he prayed. His death marked him as a martyr, and his forest chapel became a pilgrimage site for centuries.
It doesn’t look like much, but it was kind of a farm-to-table place. I had a real lunch and not food out of my backpack. What a treat to eat in a restaurant for lunch, and yet, in Louisville, I don’t realize what a treat it is.
I had a plowman sandwich, which was described as: "Irish Whiskey and Honey Glazed Ham, Gouda Cheese, Caramelized Onion Chutney & Tomato Relish served on grilled Focaccia bread."
It was yummy on steroids.
Another opportunity for me to fall in the water, but thanks to the ropes on the side, I made it over high and dry.
I had an excellent chicken curry for dinner. I find it interesting that all the pubs have a daily curry. I don’t think of curry as pub grub.
I bid you good night, and God bless.
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