I had trouble the entire trip with internet service. It appears only my phone had a problem, so I plan to get a new one very shortly! Once I got help from the Reception Desk woman logging in, I finally received my email from Mary Gibbons Tours with instructions on where to meet the coach. I planned to take her tour to the Hill of Tara and Newgrange the following day. After relaxing now that I had my information, we all went out to see Dublin by night. We walked in the direction of my destination the next day, and I quickly realized we were staying right down the street from a pub Larry and I visited on our trip two years prior! I couldn't wait to tell Larry, but of course, I couldn't without internet access.
We walked to the AIB Bank on O'Connell Street across the River Liffy. Along the way, we stopped at Carroll's souvenir shop and bought the first of our gifts to take home. After we found the bank, we headed back to the hotel. We were all exhausted.
|Entry to Hill of Tara|
|Mound of Hostages|
|Stone of Destiny|
|Famine Victim Mass Grave|
Our guide, after confirming nobody was claustrophobic or afraid of the dark, turned out all the lights and it was completely black. Slowly, she turned on light that meant to demonstrate how light entered the cavern down the passageway from the lightbox above the entrance on the Winter Solstice. It was just amazing.
We learned all about the Boyne Valley during our drive and visit, and our guide invited us to imagine what the landscape must have been like five thousand years ago. It was a very interesting and informative trip, and I was glad I went.
Like Breada, Elaine had tears in her eyes when we parted. She was so sweet. Billy escorted her to the taxi stand, and knocked on the driver's window after getting her settled in the back seat. "You take care of my new auntie, now, you hear me?" Elaine laughed in the back seat, then they drove away.
Jeanne and Cindy settled down for the night in our rooms, but Billy and I weren't tired yet. So, we stayed in the bar for a while, shared a whiskey tasting, then had one more for a nightcap while we listened to a man sing ditties and play guitar.
The next morning, we checked out again at noon, after our very last full Irish breakfast. We dragged our extremely heavy bags a couple blocks to the taxi stand and secured a wagon to haul us all and our bags to the airport.
We were very sad to leave our newly found roots in Ireland, but so happy to have found them at last. See you in three years, Ireland! Thanks for the memories. With Love, the New England Crowleys.