We actually managed to wake up on time this morning... except Jacob. He woke up a little to get out of bed, fell back asleep, awoke to get dressed, fell back asleep, and then, finally, awoke to get into the car. We headed towards the Dingle Peninsula for a scenic drive and a bit of exploration. We passed through Tralee and many other postcard-pretty towns and stopped for lunch at a bit of a tourist trap. While there, Ella fell in love with a stuffed cow and began kissing and hugging it repeatedly. It was too cute to pass up so the cow came with us.
Once in Dingle, we walked around a bit checking out the shops and quenching the kids' never-ceasing thirst for milk. The church had Henry Clarke stained glass windows so I went inside and checked it out while everyone else stayed out of the rain. They were really beautiful- like a Klimt painting.
We headed out to the Slea Head Drive. It was beautiful, but nerve wracking! The road was very VERY tight and as crooked as a politician. The coastal views were spectacular and there was a ring fort, famine houses, and several scenic viewing spots. The bad news was that it was raining and really windy. We let Jacob out about every other stop to try to keep him at least a little dry. This bothered him to no end because there were rocks to be climbed and puddles to be jumped in.
Post famine, the Slea Head has become virtually uninhabited, so our search for a bathroom was a bit tough. We'd read in the guide book that the town, Ballyferriter, had a museum and an old church so we pulled over once we got into town. Unfortunately, the museum was closed and Ella began peeing all over me. We walked across the street to the church, but only found a nun praying alone and no restroom. We walked back to the other side of the street and started looking into shops, but they were all closed. Finally, we found a pub that was sort of open and went in. Ella got changed, Jake found a potty, and Kris and Klif had a pint of Guiness. We drove back to the Villas and Jake, Ella, and Kris all were fast asleep.
Once in Dingle, we walked around a bit checking out the shops and quenching the kids' never-ceasing thirst for milk. The church had Henry Clarke stained glass windows so I went inside and checked it out while everyone else stayed out of the rain. They were really beautiful- like a Klimt painting.
We headed out to the Slea Head Drive. It was beautiful, but nerve wracking! The road was very VERY tight and as crooked as a politician. The coastal views were spectacular and there was a ring fort, famine houses, and several scenic viewing spots. The bad news was that it was raining and really windy. We let Jacob out about every other stop to try to keep him at least a little dry. This bothered him to no end because there were rocks to be climbed and puddles to be jumped in.
Post famine, the Slea Head has become virtually uninhabited, so our search for a bathroom was a bit tough. We'd read in the guide book that the town, Ballyferriter, had a museum and an old church so we pulled over once we got into town. Unfortunately, the museum was closed and Ella began peeing all over me. We walked across the street to the church, but only found a nun praying alone and no restroom. We walked back to the other side of the street and started looking into shops, but they were all closed. Finally, we found a pub that was sort of open and went in. Ella got changed, Jake found a potty, and Kris and Klif had a pint of Guiness. We drove back to the Villas and Jake, Ella, and Kris all were fast asleep.
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