The final day had finally arrived.
I awoke to the first truly dreary day we had experienced in Ireland. It was grim and rainy outside which worried me a bit because our first stop of the day was a visit to the Cliffs of Moher.
After breakfast, we boarded our trusty bus once more and began the trek to the cliffs. On the drive we experienced some rain and then, miraculously, the sun began to peek through. How fitting it was to see a beautiful rainbow appear in the sky in Ireland. Dad quipped my thoughts when he said, “Let’s go find the pot of gold,” to the amusement of our fellow travelers.
The sun began burning off this mist which made the day look a lot better as we approached the cliffs. Frankly, I thought the mist enhanced the view of the Cliffs of Moher. It gave it a mysterious, otherworldly quality as I looked upon this awesome spectacle of nature.
We spent a brief period at the cliffs before heading over to the city of Galway.
Galway is another major city in Ireland and its major street of commerce also happens to be named O’Connell Street just like in Dublin. We were given a few hours to spend on our own before we would meet up for a mini-walking tour of the city.
I wandered up and down the street as I looked at the various businesses and enjoyed the various buskers. The most interesting busker was a young lady who played a hurdy-gurdy. It was truly a haunting sounding instrument.
I wasn’t feeling particularly hungry, but decided to stop off at a café to enjoy one last bowl of seafood chowder as I knew it would be my last opportunity to taste this local delicacy. After finishing my soup, I returned to our meeting point where Bill gave us a mini-walking tour of the city.
We walked past St Nicholas’ Cathedral, saw the remnants of the oldest building in Ireland (discovered when ground was broke for a new business), saw the King’s Head Pub which is Ireland’s oldest pub and has operated since 1649, and we also saw the Lynch Point.
The Lynch Point is exactly what it sounds like. Back in the day, condemned prisoners were hung here. Its most famed story is that a very just judge once ordered his son to be hung at this spot for the murder of a Spanish sailor who had cuckolded the son. The son was guilty as sin and the judge refused to recuse himself, insisting that justice had to be served. So honorable was the judge that he dismissed the executioner and personally placed the noose around the son’s neck so that full responsibility for this decision would lay on his shoulders.
After this little walk through history we boarded the bus and made our way to Rathbaun Farm, the final stop of the trip.
Rathbaun Farm is a working farm that has been in the Connolly family for six generations. We met Vinton Connolly who led us to the kitchen where our group would get a lesson in scone making.
The cook told us we would be eating the scones we were preparing and she gave us our lesson. Like a true chef, a lot of the prep work was estimation, but my table managed to prepare 8 scones for baking. I crossed my fingers hoping that they came out edible.
From the kitchen we went across to the barn where Vinton showed us some of his sheep and lambs and told us about farming in Ireland.
Then he introduced us to Ted, his sheepdog.
Vinton explained that sheepdogs are not trained. They learn a few voice commands, but herding sheep is an instinct that dogs either have or they don’t. Dogs that have a lot of energy and can’t sit still probably have the instinct. As Vinton said, “If a sheepdog is sitting still for ten minutes, it’s probably dead.”
Vinton then gave us a demonstration of Ted’s skills as he let Ted into an enclosed pasture. Ted bolted right towards the sheep as Vinton gave a few voice commands simply telling Ted where to direct the sheep. For such hefty animals, sheep can really run. Ted never made a peep. He just stared down the sheep and ran them in the direction he wanted them to go.
When the demo ended, we went to the dining room to partake of an Irish tradition: Sunday dinner.
On Sundays, Irish people have breakfast and then don’t eat again until about 4 or 4:30pm when they have a large family dinner. The cooks had prepared a hearty Irish stew full of chunks of beef, potatoes, and vegetables. They also served our scones.
My team’s scones came out pretty well. Nice and crispy on the outside and soft and fluffy on the inside.
When dinner ended, we said our good-byes to Vinton and boarded the bus to return to our hotel.
Officially that was the end of the trip. I felt the way one should at the end of a vacation like this: sad to see it end, but ready to get back home. The next morning would take us to Shannon Airport which is one of the few cities where you go through U.S. customs there so you don’t have to do it back at in the states. I looked out the window at the flight that would take us back to America and reflected on the many adventures I had and the new friends I had met.
I was so pleased with Globus that I joined their Journeys Club and began planning a trip to England and Paris which I hope to take in either 2018 or early 2019. But that will be a story for another time.
But you won’t have long to wait for my next adventure. On December 1, it will be time for my 5th annual Christmas B & B review. Mont Rest Inn of Bellevue, IA is the site of my visit and it promises to be something special. We’ll see you then.