Thursday, July 2, 2015

little Abbey

 On the way back from the cliffs of Moher we saw this fun little Abbey

The cliffs of Moher

 The best part of our trip was an all day semi-private tour that my mom booked.  We drove from Dublin (east coast) to the cliffs of Moher (west coast).  Dublin itself is not what dreamers with shamrocks glowing in their eyes dream of.  It's a great European, Irish city.  But it's the drive into the country that I saw what I had imagined that Ireland looked like.
 This was by far my favorite part of the trip.  Let me tell you why.  Because we had 12 straight hours of talking.  And I made a discovery.  I re-discovered what an angel my mother is!  I always knew it, but I feel like my eyes were opened and I had this ah-ha! moment where I could see her gifts and talents on display before me. I was awed!  What a great woman she is!  What a great mother she was and still is.  The best thing I discovered in Ireland is how great my mom is.  So embarassing that I'm saying that at age 36!  I wish I had said it sooner (even though I've felt it to different degrees over the years).
 So now I'm looking forward to all of the years ahead where I get to deepen this understanding (and love) of her!

 By the way, Ireland just might be more rainy than Washington state.  We hit the jackpot- the gold under the rainbow, and had a beautifully sunny day.  Our tour guide told us that the last 3 groups he took couldn't even see the cliffs because of the fog and rain.  We lucked for our whole 2.5 days.  No rain!

On the side of the cliff there was grass that was wind blown and looked so soft!  It reminded me of Jordan.  He has a very soft cuddly blanket that he affectionately calls "la coperta che ha la coda" or the "the blanket that has a tail".  Jordan is sensitive, soft and flowing just like his blanket and this grass.

King John's castle

 Apparently Pres. Obama's white side comes back to a small town in Ireland, and the big man himself has come to have drinks at a cousin's pub.  They are VERY proud of this!  They've even made a huge stop on the freeway with a shopping center named after him.
 On our way to the cliff's of Moher, we stopped to see King John's castle.  You know, the guy who sucked his thumb and cried to mum, right? Here I learned a lot about Irish history (and have since forgotten 90% because my brain just doesn't retain that kind of info).  King John never lived here, but he did have the castle built.  And he was just as greedy and sucked the people bone dry as the cartoon portrays.