Showing posts with label Dingle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dingle. Show all posts

Sunday, May 25, 2008

More Pictures in Ireland... deal with it!






To throw out a few more pics for our starving audience (sorry that it's been over a month, we slack sometimes), here is a typical road sign to our left. Quite manic and do recall that the first place name is in Irish. On the right here are two lambs who resemble Root Beer Float and Ruby Jane. I wonder if their temperments are as similar too.

Over to your left (keep walking), you will see a street sign. We were searching for John Street as our B&B in Dingle was on it. We drove all around town trying to find our place which was just "outside of town." So technically, driving through town did not help; but it did help to get to the other side of the "outside of town." If you catch my drift... I guess not. Well, shut up and keep reading.

And, yes, to the left are two alpacas and myself. Nothing quite like going to Ireland to see the native alpaca. Sometime I'll go to Peru and look for the native leperchaun. Oh, do look at the ubiquitous UCLA hat. It was a constant theme throughout the trip. Maybe not the reprezentin' the hoops team as it was to stay warm and dry in the cool windy climes of Eire.

Friday, March 28, 2008

A Little Bit of Ireland



Bit by bit, Jill and I shall cover the venture to Ireland. Here to the right is a local inhabitant in the city of Dooley. Jill for some reason thinks that this local bleater looks just our wonderful young rabbit Ruby Jane. I just don't see it. The ears are all wrong!


Anyway, we're both finally getting back to our normal sleep cycle. At least I have UCLA basketball games to watch to keep me up later.


Oooh, a Friday when we can eat meat. Last week it was tiger prawns? I can't recall... I lose memories when crossing time zones.
So on the lower left hand corner here is a brilliant sunset taken from our B&B in the city of Dingle. I do believe it's Easter night that this was taken. Dingle is quite the small harbor village in southwestern Ireland. Most of the people there speak Irish as their first language as was obvious during Easter Mass. I haven't heard a bilingual Mass like that since Scott and Cyndi were married. Not only that but there was a funeral thrown in too. The Easter Mass, not Scott and Cyndi's wedding.
I'll search for more picture about which to comment. Until then... go Bruins.