Well, here we are. Sitting in a cyber cafe in downtown Cork. Awesome. After the four day travel to finally arrive in Shannon. Our second flight, from Chicago to Boston, was delayed 4 hours due to weather. Thus we missed our flight to Shannon. We quickly discovered that this was just an adventure in disguise. Our colorful encounter with the American Airlines lady resulted in complimentary hotel for the night, dinner, and breakfast. Not only were we happy with our free nights stay, we were ecstatic at our chance to see Boston, a place neither of us have seen before. Guido, our shuttle driver and his bodyguard, directed us to Jeveli's for a little late night dinner. After a good nights rest, we arouse the next morning (being Saturday at this point) to tramp around Boston. Our 4 hours turned out to be exactly enough time to see the city, come interesting people, and the harbor. We returned to the airport for a beautifully uneventful flight to New York followed by an equally quiet flight to Shannon. We were surprised to see my dad at the gate when we arrived because we had no way of letting them know of our flight fiasco. A hour later we found ourselves in the middle of a 200 year old castle eating breakfast with my family. Despite the 24 weeks of preparation and anticipation, nothing could prepare us for this AMAZING place we are in. Part of the castle we are in dates back to the 1200s...Need I say more. It is indescribable. It now being Sunday morning, we were eager to begin (or continue rather) on this amazing journey we have waited so long for. After a refreshing nap, we joined my family for our first Irish dinner a half hour away in Croon. Not worth the drive, but still fun. Yesterday, Monday, we woke up, drank some good 'ol Irish tea and coffee and headed our for the 2 hour trek to the cliffs of Moher. Soaring 650 ft above the groun, we crawled to the edge and stuck our heads over to see what we could see. What we found was absolute beauty which set us in awe. Our return home was welcomed by the (at least) 15 foot dining room table set for dinner. We are talking the kind of table where you cant exactly make out what the people at the other end are saying. My aunt, the chef, made a great dinner. This morning we woke up, head out for Cork and here we are. Dan almost had a heart attack over the fabulous lunch we had. I am sure his blog will have quite a fabulous description. www.travelswithdando.blogspot.com check it out...he writes better than I do anyway. We are on our way not to kiss the Blarney stone and gain some eloquence.
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