Tourism happened today and photos. Good intentions were had to share said photos.
Then SOMEONE stole his own dinner in an uncompleted state off the counter and was in deep doo doo. Then my friend my Ireland called and we had a visit planning/commiseration confab.
Now it is ten and I've sampled the barn owner's cider and have a desperate need to sleep it off.
Bad travel correspondent, Emily, baaaaaad...
I have, however, made a decision about my next step in the journey. Nausea-inducing overnight pet-friendly cabin ferry from Roscoff to Cork it is! It just made no logical sense to do it otherwise, so I'm putting on my big girl trousers and braving my ferry fear. Plus, what an experience. I even splurged out on an outside berth cabin...even though the whole crossing is night and the 'splurge' was only EUR 10 extra. Living the highlife, I am.
Friends Rose the human and Curly the Cockapoo are waiting for us in Kinsale and will generously provide a bit of a break from the mad dash I've been doing for the past couple weeks. Let's all think very good thoughts and invoke the power of the lambies that Curly and Carbon become best buddies and help wear each other out.
And hopefully Rose will put me to work turning over rooms at her B&B and wear ME out too!
