We got to New York just fine and went out on the subway during our very long layover. We visited the 9/11 Memorial.
While we were out in the city, we got notification that our flight to Shannon was delayed 3 1/2 hours. The plane coming to the US never got off the ground due to technical issues. When we got back to the airport, it said the flight was on time. That seemed weird so Jamie went to the counter where a flight to Dublin was boarding to ask what was going on.
That’s when things went kind of crazy. Chances were, our flight would ultimately be cancelled (it was) so the guy at the counter (shout out to Emmanuel!) got us on the flight to Dublin that was boarding. He even got our luggage pulled and loaded on the flight to go with us. They rearranged some seating and got us in seats together. We buckled up and three minutes later pulled away from the gate.
I had ordered gluten free meals, but, of course, with how crazy and last minute that all was, that wasn’t transferred. The stewardess (shout out to Caroline!) bent over backwards trying to get me safe foods for my dinner. Crazily, it turned out that one of the people who didn’t show up for the flight had ordered gluten free, so when that was discovered, I got that person’s meals. So that was pretty cool.
We made it to Dublin, exhausted, before 5 in the morning and got nice little stamps in our passports allowing us to enter the country.
The restroom at the airport had a Tic Tac machine. Like, welcome to Ireland. You’ve been on a flight all night. Freshen up that breath before you go among our people.
Aer Lingus put us in a taxi to head toward Shannon where our flight was supposed to have ended up (shout out to the customer service guy we were too exhausted to get the name of). The driver was happy to drop us off in Adare, kind of meeting in the middle, where Jamie’s mum picked us up.
So that was all nuts, but we made it to Ireland on the day we had planned and the scenery (the second day, when we went to Tralee and did some shopping and caught Mr. Mime on Pokemon Go) made all the difficulties worth it.
The third day we went to the River Shannon.
We stopped at a random stone tower. There wasn’t much in the way of marking what it was. Pokemon Go to the rescue. Loghill Tower, a Protestant church that was partially torn down leaving the tower to provide a guide point for boats on the river (it’s a PokeStop).
We went to Askeaton where we looked at the castle ruins. It’s just amazing the way they’ve crumbled.
This gentleman, Anthony Sheehy, volunteers giving tours at the castle and friary. He’s pretty passionate about them both and super funny so he really made our time at the friary quite interesting. We learned a lot that without him we never would have known.
Every time we go in or out of Jamie’s mum’s garden, we have to walk through a lavender patch that always had adorable little bees hanging out on the flowers.
So that was Wednesday through Saturday.