Blarney

There is one word to describe our brief trip to Blarney: drenched. We picked the worst day and the worst part of the day to go. It rained the entire time, which was OK once when retreated to a pub with a fire. This picture is of Aileen and me in the dog kennel at the bottom of Blarney Castle. I was proud that I made it to the top of the castle and relieved that the wind didn't blow us all away! It was hailing once we got to the top. I did not kiss the Blarney Stone, and a man I met from Blarney at a pub last night said "Thank you! I don't understand why Americans do that." If I understood the significance, I would have, but being in the castle was special enough for me. Today my Irish roommate told us that on TV the news casters were telling people not to travel. Although it was a messy day, I will never forget it!