Upon arriving in Dublin to some colder than normal weather, we zipped 30 minutes north of the airport to Newgrange; a 5000 year old tomb/religious site where, during the winter solstice, the sun shines through a small opening to illuminate the interior spaces. Wild pagan stuff!
We tested Chris and Lee's driving skills on some wild, narrow, twisted roads on the way to Doolin. In fact, one of the roads is known as Corkscrew Hill. Good thing my narcolepsy was in full swing then.
Now we sit warmed by the fire at Fitzpatrick's, in Doolin, taking in the UEFA quarterfinal while enjoying some refreshing beers and dinner and pilfering some local wifi. The kids are sitting around the fire after their original request to play outside was denied.
While anxiously awaiting the arrival of "Fun Annie" on Holy Thursday, after a solid night's sleep and end to the Lenten fast, we overheard the littlest girls say, "We don't want to go pub hopping!" Yes, after the game, we're heading to the next pub for some local music. We'll see how long we last, exhaustion pending after the red-eye flight. We've promised the kids hot chocolate.
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