Kaitlyn’s and my flight from the UK to Ireland was relatively uneventful, save a small altercation between the flight attendant and myself (a flight attendant who didn’t believe me when I said, “Oh, I don’t really know how to turn off my iPod; it just turns off automatically after you don’t use it for a minute” and then proceeded to stand there and wait until my iPod’s screen faded to black).
After landing in Cork and cozying up in our bed&breakfast window sills (a normal thing to do), we photographed sleeping cats, smelled flowers instead of washing our hair (speaking for myself here), and sat beneath very tall teas.
That’s all I’ll say for now….but get ready. Stories about a 12 hour trip-to-the-beach-gone-wrong, a haunted mansion, a bus ride from hell, and a caretaker who may or may not have been a ghost are coming right up. This week will be a good one, blog-wise. Just you wait and see.