Dropped off the Swedish Tiger at her school this morning. Didn't have to fix her breakfast or pack her a lunch... It's a cooking school after all ('cookery school' in Ireland). She will eat very well for the next three months. I had a fried egg and tea with milk back at the Rocket House. I know... poor OMOTIC.
Didn't get to the book of Kells or the Guiness complex in Dublin this time. Instead spent a wonderful two days with Pauline and David.... gracious, caring informative hosts. Did get to see the some of the sights South of Dublin including Glendalough, Sugar loaf mountain, Dalkeny and the Enya's castle home.
It's official folks. We were walking a steep trail up to a vista point overlooking Dublin and the Irish Sea. I had my walking sticks and was huffing and puffing up the hill at my own pace. A young family passed me up and the little boy looked at me, looked at his dad, and said "Look at that Old Man, daddy." His dad tried to hush him up... but the truth was out.... I really did look the part.
Made it to the top, though. Saw a panoramic view of the city, the bay and the south coast. The Irish seem to do a fascinating dance of living in the past and the present simultaneously. References to historical events six, eight or twelve hundred years ago seem as fresh as the current economic doldrums of the Celtic Tiger, which is what they call their economic boom in the early 2000's.
Drove south along the coast past Wexford and Waterford on Sunday. Made it to Ballymaloe about 2 p.m. Checked Pam in, had tea and scones and arrived at the Rocket House in Ballycotton about 4 km. from the school.
Would love to say I'm going out to explore the countryside... may yet do that... but Pamela charged me with learning how to operate the all-in-one clothes washer and dryer. Have tentatively located resources for fishing gear and painting supplies... so, all is not lost. In all things great and small, I am OMOTIC.