The Blarney Stone

The Blarney Stone was one of the things on my “Must-See” list. We decided we would head to the Blarney Stone first; then journey on to our next hotel in Killarney.

If you remember, we had taken to napping in the morning and then spending more time sightseeing the day after we arrived in a town. This almost got us into trouble with the Blarney Castle.

We got there about an hour or so before closing. The fellow at the ticket gate said if we ran we may just have time to climb all 127 narrow steps to the top of the castle and kiss the stone.


We rushed through the grounds of the castle and quickly started climbing. You know when you see a movie set in an old castle, and it has that tiny, stone, spiraling servants stairwell? That’s what this staircase is. Straight up.

Now, I’m reasonably OK with heights as long as the thing I’m standing on is solid. Questionable edges to cliffs, the St. Louis Arch (It sways, and if you’re standing in the middle you can’t see what’s supporting you.), hot air balloons . . . those things kind of unnerve me as there’s nothing underneath you.

So I wasn’t too thrilled as these stairs were so tiny half your foot hangs off of the back. They’re ancient and smooth, and you’re in a tiny, tiny stone space that almost essentially goes straight up.


If you’re not in a rush, you can wander into other rooms of the castle and explore, breaking up the time spent in that tiny space, but we went straight up all 127 steps. I’m not going to lie; I was quite relieved when we made it to the top.

To kiss the stone you sit down with your back to the stone and your legs out straight. The castle employee holds your legs, and you bend backward into a hole in the castle wall and kiss the stone.

Originally, the Fellow said he had no interest in actually kissing the stone, but since the cost of admission to the grounds included the stone, he went ahead and kissed it.


We were doing better on time than we (or the ticket man) had thought, so after we kissed the stone we wandered through the castle and the castle grounds (including the poison garden!) a bit before they closed.


Then we headed on to The Great Southern Hotel in Killarney.


We finally made it safely to Hayfield Manor, and it was beautiful. This was our favorite hotel of the trip.

The hotel, as the name would imply, is a manor house dating back to the 1800s. It opened as a hotel in 1996. The grounds have real turf, gigantic trees (That may be older than America!), an aviary, and kennels.


It was beautiful, and the people were the most welcoming, friendly and polite. The town was quaint. I could go back and spend a week just there.

We arrived and were shown to our room. When they asked the reason for our visit, we told them it was our honeymoon and were congratulated. Later, the general manager brought us up champagne!


We were exhausted so we laid down for a quick nap before heading out into town for some food.

(The staff was incredibly helpful giving both suggestions and directions!)

We were directed to Oliver Plunketts, a little pub with trad music and a lively pub scene. This was one of the more crowded places in which we ate. (Cork is home to University College Cork, so I’m sure that helps.)

The food was good. I got what would be my drink of choice for the entire trip – Orchard Thieves cider. I wish this was available in the States!


There was this tiny, adorable, older gentleman who was grabbing tourist girls to dance a reel with him. A few said no, but I was all in! It was SO much fun, and I was reminded of how much fun I used to have at 4-H dance weekends.

We were starting to wear down at this point and headed back fairly early to get some sleep. Hands down this was the most comfortable bed of the trip!


The next morning we had breakfast in the hotel dining room, had a quick nap (We did this every day.), made a to-go cup of tea in the room, and went to wander about Cork for a bit in daylight.

Look at that breakfast spread!


I was so impressed by the tea/coffee set up in most of the rooms. Those aren’t coffee creamers. They are 2% stabilized milk – no refrigeration necessary.

One neat place we stopped at was the English Market. We picked up some tea, soap for my father for Christmas, and a loaf of brown bread and soda bread for snacks.

English Market


I loved this pretty bicycle we found in our wanderings.

Next post – The Blarney Stone!


Dublin III

Since we got in so late, we ended up sleeping in just a bit before heading down to breakfast.

All of our hotels included breakfasts, and they were all amazing! Most were a buffet with additional menu items.

The interesting thing was that nearly every place had honeycomb, still on the bee tray.  You would break off a piece and suck on it like it was candy. You could even eat the wax if you chewed it well enough. You could also spread it on your toast, but the regular honey like we’re accustomed to was recommended for that purpose.

So yummy.


I really wanted to go to the Viking Museum while we were in Dublin, so after checking if the hotel would allow us a late check out (all of them did which was nice) we called over to the rental car company and asked if we could delay our pick-up, and they said it would be fine.

Next we hurried through Dublin to the museum. I was so excited!. Thankfully, the entrance fee was only 9.50 EU. The museum has sections, but we were really only concerned with the Viking section.


For the general tourist, I’m sure it was a great experience. I was disappointed though.  The information was dated and some incorrect facts were being presented. I honestly wish we would’ve made time for the Book of Kells instead.


We made our way back to the hotel, checked out, got a taxi, and headed to our rental car.

Remember I had asked about a late pick-up before we went to the museum? When we got there 2 hours later, they said they didn’t have any cars, and we had to wait until their shuttle service brought one back from the airport.

I’m not too sure how that happens when you have a reservation, but we waited the hour. While we waited, I used the rental company’s wifi to download Google maps to our next hotel, since they didn’t have a GPS available.

We knew we needed to drive on the opposite side of the road, and Mrs. B at work had warned us to be sure to go around roundabouts the opposite way, but we asked the fellow at the desk if there was anything we needed to know about driving in Ireland just in case. He said, “no.”

The car was a Škoda which we’d never heard of and it was insane. When you came to a complete stop (like at a stop sign), it turned off only to immediately turn back on when you pushed the gas.

The Fellow asked for directions out of the city instead of listening to my Google maps, and we headed off.

Now, here’s the thing about roads in Ireland – the yellow line is the outside line. All other lines are white lines, and that’s assuming there are, in fact, any lines at all. You know those scenes you see in movies of tiny roads with high hedges or stone walls on both sides? Yupp. That’s what it was. The Fellow insisted we take this picture of him below to show how narrow the city roads are.


Trying to get out of the city was rough. We didn’t know it then, but we essentially had picked up a rental car in Times Square and were trying to drive ourselves out of NYC.

After getting lost attempting to follow the rental car guy’s directions, we backtracked as best we could to get into our downloaded map area of Google Maps. We went around a roundabout the wrong way. Thankfully, it was empty and finally made it out of the city and onto the motorway (similar to our highways), and we were on our way to our next hotel- the Hayfield Manor in Cork.

Dublin II

I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas and a happy New Year! The holidays were a bit crazy for us as they always are. A lot of travel. Three family Christmas celebrations, a Christmas party, a New Year’s party, and we got a new kitten!

But now back to Ireland . . . on my last honeymoon post, the Fellow, our new Canadian friends, and I were just heading down to a little side pub in Dublin.

When we got to the pub, we were the only ones there except for the bartender and two of his buddies.

The first ten minutes of the night were kind of rough. As I’m sure most of you know, the rest of the world often doesn’t think very kindly of Americans, and we ran into a bit of that there. The bartender took his time to get our drink order, and he was thoroughly unhappy with my request for a cup of tea.

“Could I have a cup of tea, please, if it’s not too much trouble?”

“I suppose you want milk with that?”

“If that’s ok?”

“”You have to drink it, not me.”

I never got the milk.

We chatted with the Canadians, and the bartender talked over us to them a  bit, but the only thing we got were sidelong comments about Americans until I asked the Fellow if he wanted to leave.

I guess he wasn’t feeling too appreciative of the atmosphere either because he turned to the group at the end of the bar and told the fellows something along the lines of “I don’t come here and assume all Irishmen are drunk, angry @$$holes, so why do you think it’s ok to be rude to us about Americans?”

Sometimes you’ve just got to call out people and address things head on. It worked like a charm.

From that point on, the evening was enjoyable.The conversations wandered all over the place from current political climates, Irish and American politics, (We got kudos for winning the Revolutionary War!), and football and soccer teams.

It’s fascinating how much they all know about other countries’ histories and how in touch they are with their own history. They talked about battles their ancestors had fought like it was in the last decade, not hundreds of years ago.

At one point during the evening, one of the guys turned to me and said, “I want to ask you a question.” I was not prepared for his question at all. He asked, “What do you think of the Dixie Chicks?” Of all the things!! I said I liked them well enough, and he came back with another question: “What do you think of Bush?” I figured it was best to sidestep, so I told him I was too young to have an opinion. “Fair enough. What do you think about Trump?” As I’m sure you can imagine, that kicked the conversation off on a long side road!

We stayed until closing, chatting, drinking and laughing. We even got them to agree to snapping a quick picture with us before we all went our separate ways. 24116484_1741749342800924_1332545266_o




After we ate our fish and chips, we ran about Dublin for a bit. As we wandered, I saw an awesome old church and wanted to get a closer look. As luck would have it, it was also the site of the Molly Malone statue! 22448526_10155757203686798_421591052838804540_nFor not having a plan, we actually managed to see a lot in Dublin.

We made a mistake and bought a hop-on-hop-off bus pass for a fairly pretty penny, then only hopped off once . . . at the Guinness Storehouse.

This was the Fellow’s big thing he wanted to do on our trip, so we hit it our first day. It was really a blast! You can buy a few different tickets. We opted for the self-guided tour without the audio. It was a neat experience. They had some antique pieces of machinery set up as installations with facts and background and some cool interactive video displays. We could’ve spent way more time there.

While the Fellow was absorbing everything he could, I ducked into their onsite coffee bar for some much-needed caffeine. While I drank my Java, we headed over to let him “Pour a Perfect Pint” and made some new friends in the line.

While waiting our turn, we struck up a conversation with the folks around us – a girl from Chicago and a Canadian fellow and his mum who were on a trip for her birthday. We chatted during the line and then split after the experience, only to all wind up back together at the Gravity Bar a little while later.


We all hit it off, and they asked if we’d like to join them for dinner. The Canadian fellow had met an Irish girl while on a previous trip to Budapest and had made plans to meet up for dinner that night, so they called ahead and added us to the reservations at The Lotts Cafe Bar.

We had the neatest meal – a steak which they seared for 60 seconds on each side, and then let you finish cooking the rest of the way on a hot stone right at your table. I thought it was pretty special, but the Irish girl informed us most pubs offer the same type of special.


We sat at the cafe for a few hours watching soccer and talking about things in our countries and comparing cultures (They were aghast of USA maternity leave!) until the Irish girl had to head home as she worked in the morning.

The Canadians, the Fellow, and I decided to stick together and head out for some “Trad” music as we were informed they call Traditional Irish Music and went looking for a pub. The place we initially were headed for was a long hike, so we asked a gentleman on the street for a recommendation . . .


Sorry for the delay, all. I’m working to get the house organized, so I can start decorating for Christmas, but I am excited about sharing some of our honeymoon adventures with you!

For those of you who have known me for a while, you know that I’ve always wanted to go to Ireland. Therefore, the honeymoon location was a no-brainer. We booked through Costco Travel (no affiliate links here, just a 100% impressed customer). Basically, I knew roughly where we wanted to go, and they booked us into hotels they had nearby. I knew we would be staying in nice hotels, but didn’t bother to research them. Scary, right?  IT worked out SO well.

Actually, I’ve never stayed in such crazy, nice hotels!  I’ll touch on each hotel as I go; don’t worry.

Our rental car and airfare were included in our package. We flew out of Dulles on British Airways. On the way over, our plane was incredibly nice. We had pondered the idea of upgrading to business class as a treat, but it was WAY too much money per person.


Obligatory plane selfie


The longest part of the trip was from the US to Heathrow Airport in London; then we transferred to a commuter flight to Dublin. We shared the flight from the US with a large portion of the cast of The Real Housewives of Atlanta, so that was a neat experience. We got lucky and our row of seats wasn’t full, so we could spread out a bit and try to sleep. But as expected, it wasn’t very restful.

When we finally got to Dublin, we found our shuttle driver. The driver was a blast, greeting us in Irish (Irish mind you, not Gaelic), and pointing out neat sights around Dublin before dropping us at the Westin Hotel.

We loved the Westin. It was super nice, and the bed was amazing. We were so tired we laid down for a quick nap, and then headed out to grab some food before we went to explore Dublin.


One of my bridesmaids had been to Dublin and insisted we visit Leo Burdocks for their fish and chips. It turned out to be just a block or two from our hotel.

The fish and chips were yummy, but what stood out the most was the music – 80s pop! And not bands we’d never heard of, but Rick Astley’s “Never Gonna Give You Up.” Honestly, the music threw us off the whole trip. If we weren’t in a pub listening to traditional Irish music (or “Trad” music as they called it), it was things like Billy Joel’s “Brown-Eyed Girl” or Toto’s “Africa.” Not at all what we were expecting.

Next post we’ll finish our time in Dublin, including our tour of the Guinness Factory and meeting some new friends.

Museum of the Shenandoah Valley

Last week I went on an adventure with my friend S. She invited me to see an art exhibit at the Museum of the Shenandoah Valley on Wednesday after work as it was their free admission day.

The exhibit we specifically went to see was an animal exhibit, but we walked around a few others as well, one of which was a collection of “miniatures.” Am I the only one who super fancy doll houses gives the creeps?


After the museum, we took advantage of our free entrance to walk through the Glen Burnie house, entertaining pavilion, and the gardens. When I was looking for a wedding venue, I had looked at the Museum of the Shenandoah Valley website and viewed some pictures, but never visited. The gardens are beautiful as they roll from one themed garden into the next. Near the house is the herb garden and then further out are the Asian garden and water garden. The gardens end at a stone threshold into a large open field; it was so much fun to explore.


After our adventuring, we headed back to the car, only to discover that the car key had somehow worked its way off of S’s key ring. We checked at the admissions gate and the museum front desk to see if anyone had turned it in, but no luck, so we went through the whole adventure again retracing our steps.

It felt a little like the “Lion Hunting” song we sang in 4-H, calling out locations and working through them to find the lion. As usually happens, the key was found at the very last place we went – the threshold at the end of the gardens. Just as S said, “Now here would be a convenient place to find . . .” she looked down and there it was.


The universe just thought we needed as little extra time in nature that day is all.

50s Murder Mystery: Who Done It?

I had a fabulous weekend last week, and I promised to share it with you. We went to our murder mystery and visited with friends and had a jolly old time. So many people have asked me questions about murder mysteries that I wanted to give a few answers. A friend hosted us. She went to Party City and bought some 50s party decorations to up the atmosphere.


We all opted to dress up because, why not? I finally got to wear this great Stop Staring dress I picked up at a yard sale several years ago. I had to go on quite a quest to find a tiara, which surprised me. I tried Wal-Mart and the Dollar Tree, but struck out. I finally found a 5-favor pack of tiaras at Hobby Lobby that were cheap. I decided to go ahead with the pack because I have an idea for where they may come in handy later.


I’ve gotten a lot of use out of the tiara as well. I maaaaay have been wearing it around the house a good bit. (The Fellow just shook his head at me.) One night I wore it while doing house work, which makes it a much more entertaining enterprise.


Anyway, back to the plot. Murder mysteries come in kits with character packets and usually a CD (although this one was so old the CD track said, “Turn tape over for next part”). Each character packet has specific information that leads the story in the right direction. This one had scripted pages that each person read to ensure key plot points were covered. Once you go through all the scenes and listen to all the clues, everyone makes a guess as to who they think is the murderer.


Both times I’ve done a murder mystery I’ve ended up being the killer. I will say, if the script reveals that you’re the murderer and then you have to guess who it is, it kind of steals a little bit of the fun (and is tricky if you have no poker face like me!), but overall it’s such  an awesome time!

West Virginia Day

It’s West Virginia Day! This special day is when West Virginia officially broke from Virginia and was admitted to the Union.

It’s funny, but it’s still weird for me not to be at 4-H camp when June 20th rolls around. I was fortunate enough to be home at Jackson’s Mill (the boyhood home of Stonewall Jackson) for the sesquicentennial. We had so many awesome events that year including a walk through history with famous West Virginians which ended at the pond where a huge lighted outline of our beloved state was reflected in the water at the close of our candle lighting ceremony.


I’ll never forget that amazing state birthday.

I made so many friends from all over the state through 4-H, and I loved hearing about their counties. It’s part of what sparked our WV road trips.

We sing a song near the end of 4-H camp called “Come Home to West Virginia.” It never fails to make me tear up, now more than ever, as I find myself just shy of the right side of the West Virginia line.

“Come home to West Virginia; come hear the mountain song. You’ve been away too long.”

On her birthday, I wanted to revisit some of my favorite places I’ve explored and the wonderful friends I’ve made. Several of whom are hiding their tears behind those sunglasses as they sing in that video.

Thank you all for sharing these awesome adventures with me. I can’t see to where my next adventure will take me.

WV:Hawks Nest State Park

On our latest WV trip, we stayed at Hawks Nest State Park. The park is situated in the Gorge overlooking the New River. For a few more dollars, we opted to book a corner suite, and it was completely worth it.

Because it was a corner room, it seemed as if the room was suspended in the trees. Both walls had large windows with the most amazing views of the river.


As we drove back from dinner, we were heading straight into some pretty dark clouds, and we just made it into the room as the storm broke.

I love thunder storms, the wide, open power and the feel of the warm wind as it whips through the trees. Sitting on the balcony at the Hawks Nest was incredible. As far as you can see, there is nothing but trees and mountains. As the thunder cracked, I could hear the sound travel and listen as it echoed through the hills. The lightning flashed illuminating the light sides of the leaves, and it left me breathless. I sat out for at least an hour that night.

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After a good nights sleep, I got up and spent another hour in the calm after the storm and watched the sun creep over the mountains. It was an absolutely phenomenal experience I am so glad that I got a chance to have.