Our flight from New York City to Shannon, Ireland, went smoothly. Our first views of the country showed plenty of green which was expected. As I mentioned in my previous blog (ALLRIGHT, ALREADY), May 1, 1988 proved to be a VERY UNUSUAL DAY!
We landed smoothly at Shannon Airport, but OUR LUGGAGE WENT TO DUBLIN! "No problem," said the Aer Lingus staff, "We'll have it here in a jiffy." Sure. So, after getting minimal instruction on how to drive on the left side of the road, we headed for Dromoland Castle, an hour's drive away.
What a beautiful castle and what a warm welcome we received. We rested in front of our first peat fire before getting to our room. That evening we had a fine Irish seafood dinner - and off to bed IN OUR UNDIES!! My luggage arrived the next morning and dear wife's the same evening.
Our dinnertime entertainment was a young colleen named Maureen, who played the harp and sang Irish melodies. At sixteen years of age she was saving money for her college education. She had interest in the history of the Irish Brigade (U.S. Civil War), so when I arrived home, I sent her some Civil War sheet music.
After breakfast the next morning, and with a fine mist falling, we donned raincoats for a walk in the beautiful gardens. Emmon the gardner greeted us with "It's a beautiful soft morning, isn't it?" We were in Ireland for sure.
More, later.
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