The craic was 90

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The craic was 90(it’s what the locals say 🤓)…also means it was awesome! 

Well our time in Ireland has come to a close…for now 😎

We left Galway and headed for the Irish countryside but not before getting a look at Galway in the early morning hours. We woke up shockingly early after a late night out, 10:30p.m. It was like Buddy the elf style of sleep, getting a solid 10 mins of sleep and then up to bring on the day and even got some formal exercise in. All those potatoes(mostly fries) just might be the key to winning the next 34-39 age group 10k running race. #goals #casestudy

Pretty sure the 5 mile run was a PR…potatoes and fresh Irish air 👍🏻

We saw well nourished locals swimming leisurely in balmy 60 degree, misty bay waters…meanwhile we looked like adult version of toddlers dressed for the first day of winter: bundled up, matching clothes, one shoe untied and a sippy cup in hand.

Very refreshing way to start the day…really understand the marketing of Irish spring soap, future new consumers ✔️✔️. 

We started our countryside adventure fully caffeinated, ready to take on the roundabouts, two lane carriageways, with virtually just enough room to pass, pretty much brushing side mirrors.  Along the way we saw quaint little towns, with a mix of castles and farm houses, capturing 546 pictures all before noon. 

Cliffs of Moher was our next stop…or should we say photo shoot. Definitely 7th wonder of the world-esque. We met a man, 5-ish years our senior, who just finished a 600 plus trek from Northern Ireland and sleeping his last night at the cliffs. He got into a certain business at a very optimal time, happens to be in Colorado, and after 4 years was able to retire. Do your best Nancy Drew with that information and I’m sure you can figure it out. Back to the cliffs, they were like the Goonies meets Game of Thrones, without the 50 dollar bill and sadly no truffle shuffle. Some of the most amazing views, stretching over 5 miles.

Lastly we drove to Adare, which was the smallest of towns we would see or stay in, but the charm was large. We got to see the Adare Manor. Home to the Ryder Cup and an economical priced nights stay of $4300.  We calculated it out and we can stay 17 minutes. 

Made friends with Pat, at the gate, who let us in even though it is a private grounds hotel. Pat, wearing his top hat and split tail long jacket, made our evening. Witty, charming and super informative, chatted with us for a bit and filled us in about the manor, the town and his band. At one point one of us (who shall rename nameless) motioned and mouthed “picture with him” and the other one of us said “boundaries” but said it disappointedly…so we settled for a distant picture in the most boundary, non creepy way.  We also met Eileen who greeted us at the church across the street, a recommendation from our new friend Pat. She stays at the house on the grounds, and runs the school when in session. She was super sweet and refreshingly genuine. Up to date on everything America as well, very intrigued and entertained by our government, administration and healthcare. 

Ended the night at a local restaurant, and perhaps our last touch of alcohol for a few days.  We chatted with a few more locals in Adare with accents so think we weren’t sure if it was English or not. We did our best smiling and nodding when needed, and then took a sip 🤣

We headed home to beechmount stables, complete with 4 dogs, 20 horses, 6 ponies and two donkeys. Great stay at the Victorian style Air BnB.  On to Amsterdam!