Tuesday, 6 June: Had a small lie and then met the others down at the Rock of St. Patrick in Cashel. I'd been there before, in 2001, with the twins. My grandmother is deaf. It's amazing. It's selective, however. She and one of our other family members, C, get on great. At least my grandmother doesn't ask really obvious questions, however.
From there, we drove on to Bunratty Castle and then further to Galway. It is officially hotter than two ferrets fornicating on a fleece futon. Really. Probably not the best day to break in new jeans.
Had dinner at a place by the Spanish Arch in Galway. Spicey Thai. I can barely swallow soup at this point and my tonsils are colluding with one another to make my snoring a wonder to behold. I'm surprised Tom didn't move to another B&B.
Wednesday, 7 June: Drove out from Galway toward the Connemara National Park. Beautiful scenery. Lynn is chased by a sheep. I'm attacked by midges. We have a lovely meal at Leenane.
Thursday, 8 June: Pick up the others and drive back towards Dublin. Stopped at Clonmacnois and then a name of a town which escapes me. The Frommer's Guide that the mother brought lied to us and we spent an hour or so trying to get to and then find the entrance to a castle that is not 'open to the public with admission including a guided tour'. It is, however, 'closed to the public since it became a college 3 years ago'. Frommer's 2006, I declare you Liar.
Once in Dublin, we had dinner at a pretentious place called La Cave. I was still pretty much not with the swallowing, so I had a big glass of ice for my main course.
Tom and I stayed in the smallest room evah in downtown and went to bed late.
Friday, 9 June: We drove out to the Liffey Valley Centre to get on the bus with the rest so that we could spent the day with the others. I'd apparently suffered a mallet blow to the head and lost that memory that told me TOUR BUSES ARE OF THE DEVIL. We spent 2 hours on a bus being told half-truths and total lies about Dublin and Ireland in general. At least we got a pint of Guinness.
I dragged the lot of us up to the Castle, the Chester Beatty library (papyri, squee!), and Christchurch cathedral. We caught the 17:00 Evensong which was for St. Columba. Interesting, but quiet as there was only 15 people in the audience.
Put the others in a taxi and Tom and I walked up to the Pro-Cathedral to meet them for a concert by the Bach Festival group. Good stuff, but it was hot and stuffy in the church. Ugh.
After a dinner at 23:00, we camped out in Lynn's room.
Saturday, 10 June: Back to Aberdeen, hurrah.