Contemplating Germs At Blarney
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The ride to
We really didn’t get a big feel of
So we pulled over and took it all in. It really was beautiful structure and is still in use for service today though on the weekdays it is open for visitors for 3 Euros. The outside is pretty amazing and very intricate. I am a huge fan of the Gothic style Cathedrals and this one did not disappoint. I knew I had to see it in its entirety and had no problem paying the 3 Euros, though 90% of the people who showed up walked in, saw the price and left. That was okay by me, because it was pretty empty when we went inside which I prefer.
A little history on the St Fin Barre’s Cathedral; it has been a place of worship since the Seventh Century though a Medieval castle was there prior to the one that is in the spot today.
It was very beautiful inside the cathedral and quite serene, I needed a little serenity after my experience in Kilkenny, so St. Fin Barre’s Cathedral was a perfect stop. I had to time myself here; because once I get into a Cathedral it's hard to get me out of it. I find the structures fascinating and the atmosphere very calming.
After about an hour, I sadly knew it was time to head out to
This happened a lot while I was in
In fact one guy cracked me up.
After getting directions we were on our way. Angie had been pretty excited about the Blarney Stone early on when we were planning the trip, me, not so much. I had heard the rumors of what happens to the stone after dark and even though the probability of that are pretty low, I just find it a little absurd that people have been kissing a stone for decades and all I could think about was the germs that thing must be harboring.
But Angie’s opinion on the stone changed when she saw a segment on TV about climbing a lot of narrow stairs to the top of the castle and then hanging over backwards to kiss the thing. She was beginning to wonder if eloquent speech was worth all of the trouble as she is claustrophobic. My answer hadn’t changed, it remained, “no!” I talk too much anyway and I didn’t feel I needed any help in that department. Well, that and the image of the stained stone (from people kissing) was burned in my brain.
When we got to the grounds we decided that we would play it by ear and keep our minds open. I found the price a little steep at 10 Euros, but then realized that there was more than just the
It was a little overcast and rainy as we made our way to the Castle, but it wouldn’t matter when we began the hike up to the stone inside the castle. When you first walk in, you know you are going to be in for quite a treat. The stairs leading up to the top of
Every once in a while you could veer off of the steps and head into a room on the way up and read its history.
Angie was trying to take a photo of the climb and somehow lost her grip on the camera and hadn’t tied it to her hand. We both stood in horror as we heard the sound of metal hitting stone for a few feet. The day we went hardly anyone was at the castle. In fact we only ran into about 10 people total, so it was easy to chase it down quickly without looking like damn fools. At first the camera wouldn’t turn on, but finally it woke up from its shock and turned on unscathed, though it would carry a dent on the front of it for the remainder of its existence.
By the time we reached the top of the castle, the rain had stopped though it was still a little overcast. The view from the top was amazing and so worth the climb. As we turned the corner I was faced with my nemesis in all of its disgusting glory. Okay, I couldn’t see it, but I knew it was there as there was a man there with a blanket you had to lie on to get to the stone.
Angie asked me if I was going to do it. I had so many thoughts and fears going through my mind. Has anyone ever died of disease from kissing this thing? Would I be ridiculed back home for coming this far and not finishing what I started? Did I care? My answer was yes to the former.
The next thing I knew I was zipping up my pockets, throwing off my hat and putting down my bag as I walked over to the guy manning the stone. “Do you want to kiss the stone?”
“Yes, yes sir, I do.”
“Make sure your pockets are empty, hold onto the posts and lean all the way back.”
So before I could turn back I got onto my back, grabbed the black bars and began leaning back.
All in all, it wasn’t that bad and I made sure to look straight down as I went upside down. It was wild to be hanging upside down 150 feet above the ground and found that experience to be more fun than the actually kissing of the rock. Also, I couldn’t quit wiping my lips over and over and used some sanitizer from my purse discreetly on my lips to get rid of any germs. If you think about it, it really is kind of gross, I am sorry!
Angie was the person who was questioning kissing the stone, now. Why, I don’t really know, actually I do, but I was a pro now.
Finally, she agreed and planted a big one on it. Apparently she left her mark as she was wearing lipstick. Yuck!
I had about 15 minutes of fun with that tree and have the photos to document it.
After about an hour in the garden we knew it was time to head to Kilarney so we could find a B&B for the night. So we said goodbye to