July 20, Scotland

Okay, I'm not even going to try to make sense of this day. She had to leave at 5:00 a.m. to get to Scotland, so maybe she's tired, or maybe the haggis was bad, but today's texts have a sort of psychedelic quality to them. Here we go....

Got upgraded to a private room! Oops, nope. Hostel guy messed up.  So she found a tsum tsum purse.

Did well at the ATM--English option broken, but she fine in German. Then found a book on how to knit your own Andy Murray, and offered to get us some tinned Haggis.

She sent this picture. Tribbles? Tribbles in a brewery? Then we get this text.

"You know the candy jelly babies? I got you guys some jelly-atrics." Terrific. Thanks love.

Her room still smells weird. She ate some haggis and it was ok.

She bought a very pretty necklace.

I asked for a summary of her day. I got "Waiting and Walking."

Now she's sharing a room with three very loud spanish speakers. I only hope that she gets some sleep and that tomorrow will make more sense.

July 19, Dublin

Sunday today. Church was an extra long walk for her since Google sent her the wrong direction first. But she made it. Lunch afterwards was at a cute diner. Then she found the Disney store (naturally).

The attended evensong at St. Patrick's Cathedral.

I guess church and food go together. After evensong, she treated herself to a special hot chocolate. She figured it must be really special because they were taking so long. Ooops. They had forgotten her. But they gave her a chocolate heart to make up for the wait.

Next she took advantage of Animal body worlds that was in town. Note: Reindeer fetuses look like fully grown chihuahuas.

Tomorrow she has to leave at 5:10 a.m. for Scotland. So fortified with chocolate, she tackled the packing. She expects dinner will be pizza and is hoping for an early night.

July 18, Dublin

Gotta love days that begin with castles. This is still in use as a government building.

Next was a good pancake breakfast and a visit to St. Patricks Cathedral. I asked if St. Patrick was everywhere? Catherine said surprisingly, not really.  She did go into St. Patricks, but only saw the outside of Christ's church, as it was expensive to go inside.

She went to a library put together by a famous American collector and then went to the must see Leprechan Museum. Her verdict, was that it was cute, but not really worth 10 euros. However, it's not really possible to go to Ireland and NOT go to the leprechan museum. 

Dublin has a sort of a China town kind of an area. So she treated herself to an accupressure massage. The massuse told her that her left side was so tight that she really needed accupuncture. This is why I trust my girl---accupressure, yes. Accupuncture from a stranger in a random place? No.  

Every town has a bridge. 

Dublin closes down early. Catherine thinks it's because all the tourists are expected to go pub crawling and all the locals go home. Everything is shut down by 7:00 and the mall closes around 8.  She skyped us while at the mall and we had lots of fun talking with her and looking at some of the stuff.  So, she just goes back to her hostel and reads and rests (a very good idea). This hostel is quite nice. Centrally located, and although her bed wasn't ready for her when she arrived at 6 a.m., they let her leave her stuff, and told her to help herself to breakfast and use all the facilities. There are 16 people in the room, with bunks stacked 3 deep. She's on the top this time, but whenever she or anyone else moves, the whole bed shakes. 

She sent us this picture of her first time ever Mars bar. How has she never had a Mars bar? I have failed her. 

July 17, Ireland

Blarney Castle

Some fun history about the famous Blarney Stone.

Kissing Ireland’s Blarney Stone, a tradition that’s been around for several centuries, is said to give a person the gift of eloquence and persuasiveness. The iconic stone is set in a wall of Blarney Castle, constructed in 1446 by Dermot McCarthy, king of Munster, on the site of a demolished 13th century castle. Various legends surround the Blarney Stone’s origins. One story holds it was acquired during the Crusades and brought to Ireland, while another tale claims it was made from the same material used at Stonehenge. An additional account links it to the Stone of Scone (also called the Stone of Destiny), which was used for hundreds of years in the coronation of Scottish and English monarchs, while yet another legend contends it was a gift from Robert the Bruce, king of Scots, to Cormac McCarthy, king of Munster, for sending men to help Bruce defeat the English at the Battle of Bannockburn in 1314. However, in 2014, geologists from the University of Glasgow shed some light on the Blarney Stone’s heritage when they concluded that the famous rock isn’t from Scotland but instead is made of 330-million-year-old limestone local to the south of Ireland.
The word “blarney,” meaning skillful flattery or nonsense, supposedly came into use following an incident involving the head of the McCarthy family and Queen Elizabeth I, who ruled England and Ireland from 1558 to 1603. The queen sent the earl of Leicester to seize Blarney Castle but the talkative McCarthy managed to keep stalling him. The queen grew exasperated by the earl’s reports about the lack of progress in the matter and uttered something to the effect that the reports were all “Blarney.”
Today, people travel from around the globe to give the Blarney Stone a peck (which must be done by leaning backward while holding onto two railings). Winston Churchill is among the notable figures who’ve kissed the stone, doing so in 1912 when he was First Lord of the Admiralty. Who’s to say that smooch didn’t bestow a little eloquence on Churchill, who went on to become British prime minister in 1940 and earn a reputation as a masterful orator?

Best here was Dave's response to this photo: 

"Whose hands are those?!!  I will NOT have you going around kissing Irish rock stars with strange men's hands on your person!

She said the castle was wonderful. Most interesting to me is the Poison Garden. I wish my mother could have seen that! Somebody has to have written a mystery set here. 

Catherine's tour also went to Cobh, the last place the Titanic ever docked. 

There were also random tree cozies. 

July 16, Dublin

Safely in Dublin.  Inspired this quote from Catherine.

"Never the bed and early to rise, makes for a day that starts too early for anything to be open."

I knew Ireland had sheep, but I had something a little different in mind.

Next she saw the Book of Kells (lovely illuminated manuscript of the four gospels plus commentary text), believed to have been created around 800 A.D. 

And she saw trinity college--with this library to die for. She says if the regular, work-a-day library was this impressive she'd transfer in a heartbeat. Me too. 

This is the famed "Long Room"

She stopped at Sweny Pharmacy of Ulysses fame. At least I recognized the title--although the thought of actually reading it makes me shudder. It's now cute little place where they do James Joyce readings.

Next up the national gallery. 

This gallery has a wonderful program. After you visit and are feeling inspired, they let you check out art kits with paper and pencils and pastels and notebooks so can can draw or write and then take your creation home. 

Last was dinner at the Hard Rock. I hope she finally got her brownie sunday. 

At last to a well earned rest. 

July 15, London to Ireland

Today was mostly a transit day. She smashed her finger in a deadbolt.

Thinks she might lose the nail, went back to London and finally saw the guards at Buckingham Palace.

Found a flea market and bought a new phone case which cracked almost right away without being dropped or anything.

Found some belgian chocolate cookies. Then spent 17 hours on a bus with screaming toddlers on her way to Ireland. Waited until 2:30 a.m. for the ferry and earned her Serengeti Badge for having walked 500 miles. That mileage is all from this trip.

July 14, Cardiff

Low key traveling day today. Catherine has seen all there is to see in Cardiff. Sounds like a charming town, just not sight-seeing heavy. She found this "beautiful" suit for Dave.

And found out that Shaun the Sheep is sponsoring the 2015 Rugby World Cup.

Cardiff Castle

Then she took some time off to see Jurassic World.  I assume that's where she found this horrible sounding candy, "It's like banana runts got turned into marshmellows and then they added sugar."