MeliGoesRogue

So technically I’m not in Ireland anymore, however I consulted some of my new Irish friends and they assure me that technicalities aren’t worth “shite” and that I should press on. I find myself obliged to follow irish customs as it is their country we are discussing.

So on with the show…Day..does it really matter.

I’ve arrived at the Armada on the Spanish Point. I had been so active these last few days that the weariness had finally arrived and I willingly succumbed to it as I hung on the door my breakfast order I plunged into the bed and snuggled up to the rose scented pillow and allowed myself to blissfully slip away. I had chosen the 830am delivery of breakfast as I didn’t want to allow my slumber to get in the way of my adventures. The knock on the door was sudden and demanding attention, I leapt out of bed, thank goodness I realized the state of undress I was in prior to answering the door or a very interesting conversation would have ensued with the gentleman on the other side of that hotel door. I wrapped myself in that white robe they had carefully laid out for me and turn the handle. The gentleman who now had no reason to avert his eyes tumbled into the room with a large tray carrying the supplements I required. He placed them on the table and quickly made his exit. I have to make a note about hotel staff. As a single woman traveling the countryside I quickly realized how vulnerable one is when checking into a hotel. For the most part the time that you spend there you’ll be sleeping (one of the most vulnerable postures) and yet during this trip I felt no fear (very cautious and fearful person here) I surprisingly felt not only in control but safe and protected. I feel so grateful that God saw fit to give me that “peace that surpasses understanding”. I think it could have ruined my trip if I was my regular hesitant and second guessing self. What is with my constant digressions on this blog…its your fault you know; you make me want to share. Probably because your face isn’t looking back at me, perhaps this white screen that stands between us is our version of the curtain in a confessional. Crap I keep digressing..Ok here is breakfast.

Why in the world would I eat my Irish breakfast at the table when I could lay it out at the window and look at the Irish landscape set out before me. I didn’t concern myself with the passersby that were probably inwardly reprimanding themselves for not doing the same thing. I also didn’t seem to care what they thought of my robe or the amount of leg that I showed (its pretty good).

At each B&B or Hotel that I had stayed in I had picked up their brochures on what to do and where to go and the Armada would be no different. As I made my way pass the library (more about that later..no digressing right now)I came upon their walled brochure case; I had learned very early on ok the first day that maps would guide me better than the “NeverLost” that had gotten me lost. I plucked the map of the county with the attractions pinpointed and numbered and set to the car.

Wait…should we do a full frontal, I mean there was a full length mirror…ohh my Meli is getting so risqué in Ireland.

Unbelieveable…I’m ashamed of a few of you. Don’t worry I won’t name names, you know who you are.

So off I went, it took everything I had to keep the car from going left to the Cliffs, but I had read in my research (we’ve discussed this..please keep up, this digressions are your fault) that the late afternoon were the best times to view the cliffs. So as I reached the road from the parking lot the car “bearded” right (into the left lane).

I reached the Walled Garden @ the Vandeleur estate fairly quickly. However it seems my stomach did not agree with  the speed of the car- queasy is not even an adequate word. But I’m a freaking lady ( you know what I wanted to say but I no bring shame to my family) so I got thru the queasy.

I noticed thru much of the time I spent in the car how Ireland is really just one big garden so in order to distinguish they simply put a wall around the landscape and call it a garden. The garden wasn’t too big so I finished fairly quickly, I entered their cafe looking for something to easy my tummy and found a sprite waiting for me in the very very small cooler. I offered my euros and slipped away to drink and burp in peace. Umm yeah ladies burp too, its actually kinda sexy when we do it…wait you believed that. Wow gullible crowd.

I must leave you now- the whole live to write another day, but I’ll be back.