Rolling Greens of Ireland

Twelve hours of sleep does a body very well. Our bodies were exhausted from yesterday’s erratic schedule and the stress of so many things gone bad. Since we woke in the same blasted hotel, our fight against an unseen entity was not over. After our sleep-in, I jumped in the shower to find absolutely no water pressure. I am not exaggerating when I say that the water came out of the shower head in a small trickle. Greg and I improvised with what we had and left as quickly as we could.

The trip from Shannon to Tralee was to be an easy trip with our little GPS navigation buddy in hand. It figures that I would program it for the shortest route rather then the quickest route. Poor Greg drove with his white knuckles gripping the wheel as we went through tight twists and bends of Ireland’s back roads. Once we began the travel, it will difficult to get back onto the main freeway. Greg and I laughed along the way as passing tree limbs tried to slap me more than a couple of times through the open windows. After he was able to loosen his grip on the wheel, he looked over at me and said “We have just seen more of the real Irish countryside then most people see.” *laugh*

Our hotel, the Ballyroe Heights Hotel, is now situated in the town of Tralee, on 6.2 acres and in the middle of nowhere. Between the rain and the amount of distance to any attractions, we have decided to enjoy the amenities of the hotel. Alas, it means Greg must do something he is not used to doing – relaxing. *laugh* Not to worry though, tomorrow we head to a small harbor city called Dingle and where Greg will be playing golf on Tuesday morning. The town is said to be filling with not only shopping but also a good amount of seafood restaurants with fresh catches of the day. Yes, it is just going to be another relaxing day for me and that is the way I want it. You see, once we enter Cork on Tuesday night, we will be more active and going to more local attractions. Until then I am resting up; curling up with my copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows while taking in the sits and smells of Ireland’s rolling green hills.

(PS – the journal entry “Ireland – Oh My!” was posted earlier this morning (due to lack of Internet access) and may have been missed, so please feel free to read back to yesterday’s journal entry.)