Upon checking out and trying to fit our luggage in the rental car Joseph had picked up, we discovered that we needed a bigger rental vehicle, so we found the nearest EuropeCar, hoping for a mini-van or something bigger. They didn't have mini-vans. Come to think of it, I'm not sure I ever saw a mini-van while I was in Ireland. But we switched for a Jaguar which had a slightly wider body than the SUV initially acquired, and we were able to fit all the luggage, because of the wider body and because the airline had misplaced Emma's stroller and would be bringing it to us in County Clare when they located it. After a stop at McDonald's for Emma and a stop at Starbucks for some of the grown-ups, we were en route to our cottage in County Clare!
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| Unaccustomed to this steering wheel placement! This shot is a bit deceptive--Joseph did most of the driving, not Cliff, seen here. |
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| Those camera shots through the car window while riding along never quite measure up to what you thought you were photographing, do they? Here's one that came a little closer. |
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| All the road signs show English names and Gaelic names. Fáilte! (Welcome!) |
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| Two-way road? |
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| Lots of petunias! |
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| View from our back porch |
Joseph's wallet was missing. We later found out that he'd left it at the car rental place in Dublin (they sent him an email), but in the meantime we each took a turn or two or three scouring the car, and Joseph froze all his cards. They would be able to use Chelsea's in the meantime, and we were all ready to go find the restaurant that we'd heard about from the lady at reception.
The Abbey Tavern.
I have to pause as I think about how much I enjoyed that experience.
I enjoyed the plate that I ordered, some sort of creamy pasta, tagliatelle, if I remember correctly. BUT, the plate that Chelsea ordered, a garlic vegetable bake--oh my gosh! And, as if to remind her that she wasn't dreaming, and was really in Ireland, the plate came with TWO baked potatoes on the side. And while we were waiting, the server brought a plate full of bread with a bowl of the best butter I've ever tasted in almost six decades of living. I slipped off the vegan wagon a few times while we were on vacation, must admit. Probably more than I would have if I hadn't tasted that butter.
And here's a couple of pictures of Quin Abbey, across the street from the tavern.
All in all, cramped car, driving in and from Dublin, wandering where Google Maps was taking us, lost wallet, and everything, we were a happy, well-fed bunch. We stopped at a little convenience store for a couple of necessities and niceties, then tried to find our way back to the cottage. Oops. A little bit of a challenge. We made sure to drop pins in our Google Maps apps after we finally made it back, referring to the aforementioned GPS coordinates provided in the aforementioned welcome portfolio.
Went to bed sometime after midnight, looking forward to visiting the Cliffs of Moher after a good night's sleep, and a morning of sleeping late.










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