Ireland Monday November 2008

We drove through rain, fog and intermittent sun to Killarney where Kathy climbed the narrow curving steps of the castle so she could kiss the Blarney stone as my proxy, thereby bestowing both of us with the gift of eloquence.
Back on the bus, we passed more sheep(12,000 in Ireland), picturesque towns with vine covered castles and thatched roof cottages until we reached Killarney in time for a roast lamb dinner.