To summarize what happened in parts #1 through #5, I spent a couple of days at my friend's house before driving to the airport, where we waited for a while until it was time to get on the plane. Sadly, the plane didn't involve humorous humorous rapid-fire comedy and Robert Hays. I did, however, watch Meet the Robinsons and pretended to crush buildings with my fingers.
On my second day in Ireland, we drove around for a while and went to a mall. Then we went to the butter museum and then walked around for an eternity. It took ages to get out of the parking garage with our enormous van. Oh, and on the way back we stopped by a roadside tower ruin that had been owned by Sir Raleigh. Got home. Slept.
On the fourth day, we went to the Tall Ships festival and such. However, I SOMEHOW managed to skip day three, so I'll devote the rest of this post to that.
On the third day I woke up at the crack of dawn an spent a lot of time running around barefoot and eating yogurt, although not entirely at the same time. After everyone else woke up, a few of us decided to go on a tour of cool little shops that have their own tour, with a map and everything. There was a cheese shop behind which there were ducks, goats, and pigs. I don't know where the pictures of said animals went, so here are some pictures from the internet.
That's totally what happened.
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Perfect!
After that, we visited the Kells Priory, which has no relation to the Book of Kells. (Look out for mention of that later!) I skulked around, acting gothy. What can I say, I like creepy, old stuff! After that, I bought a mini-tube of Pringles at a small store, visited a pottery with a dog names Faust, and had hot chocolate and pancakes at a cafe in town for lunch. We walked around the mall—a different mall, this time—before heading home.
And that's it, pretty much. I've declared the Priory to be the Dunnottar Castle of my Ireland trip, although that only makes sense if you've heard me go on a love-rant about the aforementioned castle.
