DAY SEVEN
WRITERS BLOG - Monday, May 6th, 2019
Sitting at breakfast, our last morning in Killarney, we three began to look back at some of the more lighter moments of our trip thus far. The stumble and tumble at the Cornucopia in Dublin; popping the airborne fizzy our first night in Killarney; the case of the missing jeans...oh, we didn’t tell you about that one, did we! So, the morning we left Dublin for Cork, after rising to yet another day without our luggage, as we were dressing in cheap T-shirts and expensive jeans 👖, it seems one was so eager to don her new duds, she failed to realize she had left them hanging on the bathroom door 🚪. Instead, she donned the carefully laid out duds of the other luggage-less gal, remarking, “These jeans are going to be to big.” “Hey, where’s my T-shirt & jeans? They were right here?” said the girl whose duds were now being blissfully and unknowingly modeled by the eager dresser, who joined in tossing bed sheets looking for the missing clothing. How many bed sheets do you have to toss to find a missing pair of jeans & T-shirt before you find them? Apparently all of them. “Didn't you hang yours on the bathroom door?” said girl three to both happy dressers. “Wait, are these yours?” Said the one with the “big jeans” to the one with no jeans, on her way to the bathroom, sheepishly appearing holding her clothes. By this time we were all seizing with tears of laughter! “Wait, what do you mean the jeans are too big?” More laughter! 🤣🤣🤣
Little did we know, as we recounted our lighter moments, giggling uncontrollably (fortunately we were near the bathrooms), we were about to create a another that would leave laughter on the lips of the hotel staff and patrons.
As we attempted to bring our luggage down to load, we were so not used to having to roll 50 pounds of lost & found luggage down a long carpeted hallway. Suffice to say, luggage does not roll well on carpet! When you have carryons, luggage, bags of snacks & water, sacks of newly purchase goods, and only two hands, it becomes quite cumbersome. We felt like three old bag ladies!
Pulling, dragging, dropping bags, water bottles, coats and snacks, we were laughing so hard, by the time we got to the lobby, the gal behind the desk, the porter, the bartender and any guest in ear shot were all laughing. What a way to exit our stay in Killarney!!! This is epic!!! They will not soon forget the three lasses from the USA!!!
We exited Killarney manuvering the one-way roads, left hand drive, and roundabouts, streaming out into the country on our way to Limerick. The great thing about our GPS lady, is she manages to send you through neighborhoods, quaint little villages and scenic little country roads that make the journey like being in a postcard.
We wound our way into Adare, Co. Limerick, Ireland. We pulled into Adare Manor, where we find they do not have us registered. What next!? First, no bags, now no rooms! Not like there’s a Motel 6 down the road! The poor gateman was aghast that he might have missed some guests, then we remembered we couldn’t get accommodations here so we booked in Limerick!!! 🤣🤣 So we left the palatial grounds of Adare Manor feeling blonder than we are, and headed for the Absolute Hotel & Spa, a high-rise modern abode on the Lough Daro, in Limerick. Not a very walkable city, we did find a Pub, The Locke, down the river walk, where we had lunch and later returned for desert.
Since the sun doesn’t set until around 10:30pm, we were up to catch a glimpse of the lighted ferris wheel, then bid the day adieu.
Nite Nite
