Doolin!

On Wednesday, 9/29, we left Dunquin and drove out of Dingle through Ballyferriter and over the Connor Pass.  There is a bold goat on the pass who sticks his head in the car windows for treats and scratches his back by tilting his horned head back.  We took the car onto the ferry and crossed the Shannon into Co. Clare.

We sat outside in Doolin in the grand sunlight just after arriving.  At a picnic table with a Smithwicks and a Ritz.  The sun felt so good as to splurge on a huge meal at the Lazy Lobster later.  We watched the cows graze in the field behind us as the sun went down.

Our room #4 at Killilagh House was conveniently located…next door to the post office, 30 seconds to McDermott’s pub, 40 seconds to the Lazy Lobster–and it had the best scones I’ve ever tasted…plus a shy Jack Russell in residence!

I would call home that night…and hear from a phone booth in tiny Doolin, the toilet of 523 Southcrest crash when it was dropped during renovation. From so many miles away, I could hear it, and the stress in my mother’s voice.  She was beside herself with the mess.

Back to the pubs for some tunes.  Music, ceol and craic…this is Ireland!