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It was an autumn day, fresh and crisp,
with a slight breeze blowing that made 
our cheeks rosy.  My Aunt Trix and I were
on the trip of a lifetime, one in which she
had been making plans for almost all
of her seventy-five years. Being of Irish 
heritage we both felt akin to that beautiful
country. Our first stop after seeing London
was to take a train ride through charming
Wales with its wet emerald hills glistening
after a light rain. Soon we were at Holyhead
at the Ferry buying our tickets to cross the 
Irish sea to Dun Laoghairie. The ferry was
a pleasant surprise. It was decorated with
intimate tables along side grand glass 
windows for a wonderful view. The center,
where different restaurants lured in hungry
patrons, was akin to the neon lights of the
Las Vegas strip. There was even an inviting
kid friendly area where children were elated
in seeking out adventure. After arriving in
Dun Laoghairie, we were told is pronounced
Dun Laorry, I rented an automatic compact
car and we headed for Galway. I had to keep 
reminding myself to keep on the left side of
the road. We found a lovely bed and breakfast.
Galway was a lovely rural village near the sea
with friendly folks. We each had our own room.
We delighted in hearing the lambs as we went 
to sleep.  After a wonderful full Irish breakfast
the next morning, we were on our way to visit 
the famous Blarney Castle. 

ancient castle walls...
the Blarney stone awaits our
precarious kiss

We arrived in the afternoon and were thrilled 
at the first sight of the castle with bright rust
hued ivy vining its way around the round 
tower that overlooks the River Martin. The 
current keep, a medieval stronghold in Blarney 
near Cork, was built by the MacCarthy of 
Muskerry dynasty, a cadet branch of the Kings 
of Desmond, and dates from 1446. The Blarney 
stone, reputed to gift eloquence of speech, laid
at the end on the top of the roofless keep with 
a line of eager tourists waiting to lie on their 
backs, head first, to kiss the well worn stone. 
I will never forget the ecstatic smile on my 
aunts face as she was helped up after kissing 
the Blarney Stone. I captured her joy with my 
camera.

charming autumn view...
the castle's steep steps were climbed
to kiss the cold stone

Visiting Blarney Castle and it's grounds was 
the highlight of our holiday. The memories and 
photographs still cause a smile and a tear.

8-7-17
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