Mar 1 2016
As mentioned in my last post, for the 3rd consecutive year, I dashed off to visit my friend, Karen, in Ireland. This time I took all three kids with me.
And guess what? I bought all three home, too.
Three kids meant three dog walkers… which was good, since Karen has 6 dogs.
Included in the pack are two Greyhounds. On Friday night, we got to watch them race on a track near Cork.
Here they are earlier in the week, exercising at home:
Valerie won her Friday-night race by 10 lengths.
And here’s Karen horsing around with one of the lurchers.
Speaking of horsing around, Brynn attempted to train one of the ponies to be “kid-friendly.” He looked the part:
But looks can be deceiving.
For the third year we returned to Inchydoney, a hotel/resort along the south-western coast.
Inchy is a popular destination for Irish vacationers, but it’s not well-known to Americans. So we stood out. And everywhere we went, strangers stopped us to talk American politics. Specifically, about Donald Trump. Sometimes, about Hillary. But always about Trump.
One day in Galway, I fielded Trump questions more than a dozen times. At Inchydoney, Brynn was grilled by a parent in the children’s playroom. On city sidewalks, people would hear our accent in passing, and simply yell out after us: “Hey, hey there! Donald Trump!“
It was bizarre.
Here’s Cayden, getting shelled with campaign questions:
Over 8 days, we logged 1,200 kilometers in our rental car. I’m fairly familiar with the roads but on a few occasions, I found myself hopelessly lost. Why? Two reasons:
1. In small towns, villages and along rural routes, the Irish don’t believe in posting signs that provide street names.
2. And when they do post the rare arrowed signs indicating the direction of a town, locals love rotating these signposts 180 degrees. Just for kicks.
Here’s just one example: Tynagh’s actually the other way.
Fortunately, the country has a thriving pedestrian population and folks are happy to dole out directions… in Irish fashion: “Where you going? Oh yes, you’re headed the wrong way. Turn around, go up the road a ways. Then turn right. Keep going, and when you pass a stone wall at the bend, turn left, and at the next road, go right. There will be a hump in the road. At the second hump, bear right. Go by a stone cottage and then go some more and you’ll see the road you want. Can’t miss it.“
“Thanks,” I’d say. “You’ve been very helpful.”
And then they’d lean in to ask, “You’re American, are ya? What about this Donald Trump?“
At the end of our trip, the big kids declared their intentions to swim in the ocean. Cayden and Had picked a nice windy afternoon — with temperatures around 40 degrees — to don swimsuits. They bolted across the long stretch of sand to the water, where the waves barely splashed their shins before they beat a hasty retreat.
So there you have it: our vacation slideshow.
Here’s hoping for an Irish four-peat in 2017.