Hello, everyone, from Inverin, Ireland! This rural part of Ireland is full of history, quaint villages, cows, kind people, and, of course, super tasty fish and chips. Even though you’re reading this today, I actually composed this blog post on Wednesday night, our first night here. But since we had decent wireless, I wanted to post an update while I could.
By Friday, we should be back with a wireless signal again. Maybe. Of course, not everything has gone according to plan. But that just makes it more of an adventure, right?
Probably the most upsetting thing so far is the confiscation of Andrea’s jar of peanut butter at security in Wichita. Apparently peanut butter is considered a liquid. Who knew?
Andrea, Riley, and I arrived in Dublin at 5:15 a.m. local time (which would be 11:00 a.m. in Wichita). We caught our bus to Connelly Station without any trouble. Hermes the Frog even escaped our long journey unscathed, even though every TSA agent swabbed him down. I drank some coffee as we were waiting for my brother and sister-in-law to connect with us. I was nearly asleep on my feet.
From there we cleaned up a bit, and my brave brother went to fetch the car. Originally it was going to be a Volkswagon Golf, but we ended up with a Hyundai Ioniq, one of the swanky new hybrid vehicles that just hit the market.
We actually had more room than we expected. And while I can’t say it was the most comfortable car ride in my life, it certainly wasn’t the worst.
I had been aware of Galway from a Netflix show called Jack Taylor that had been filmed there (I’m not necessarily recommending it; but that’s where I heard of the city the first time). As with most things in Europe, most things are available.
We ate a fabulous lunch at a beautiful pub. I ordered beef and Guinness stew with mashed potatoes. Seriously. Amazing.
After we wore ourselves out in Galway City, we loaded down the car and drove here to Inverin. Our AirBnb is really cute. And it has internet, although I’m not sure I’ll get the photos posted tonight.
Tonight we grabbed dinner in a local pub in a city called Spaddel (pronounced spittle). The pub was called The Giblin, and it was super tasty. Their traditional fish and tips was good sized and fairly priced, and everything tasted glorious.
We’re having a fantastic time, and I’m really enjoying my travel buddies. Even Hermes, even though he’s always getting in trouble.
Well, as I type this, I keep drifting off while I’m sitting up. So I’d better stop and get some rest. Thank you all for reading! We’re having a great time, and I can’t wait to tell you all about it!