Ant of the holy londe
Of Irlaunde.
Gode sire, pray ich the,
For of saynte charité,
Com ant daunce wyth me
In Irlaunde.
I thought I'd start with a few old lines of verse. We've been seeing a lot of really old things lately, so I deemed it appropriate. Yesterday we went on one of the more touristy adventures, taking a trip to Blarney Castle. We had the day off, so a few of us got together and hopped on a bus to the town of Blarney, a small and fairly charming place with a lot of elderly folk. I wasn't sure what the castle would be like, or whether it would be worth the price of admission, but it turned out to be pretty cool. It's situated on a pretty large piece of property, with lots of woods and forking rivers. The castle itself had a lot of winding passageways, narrow staircases, and even a dungeon-like structure. Kissing the stone was sort of anti-climactic, and it turned out to be probably the least exciting part of the whole trip (yes, I am aware of the stories of locals "sullying" the stone). We walked along some scenic trails to this clearing full of rock formations. It was a lot like a playground, but with witches stones and druid circles. That part was a lot of fun. It's a really cool place, if you don't spend all your time at the stone or the in-castle gift shop. I reluctantly included a picture of myself kissing the stone, so you could all see what it involves.
Well, I'm going to go for now, I think the St. Patrick's Day parade is starting. If you want to know, I'll tell you about it later.
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