“Lord, please do not let this plane crash into the ocean. If it must crash, let me die on impact. I hate sharks. Amen.”
God answered the first part of this prayer, thank goodness.
Our first Irish meal once we arrived in Ireland was very confusing. We had breakfast food at lunchtime when our biological clocks said it was dinnertime. And there were croissants. Never eat a croissant. If you eat a croissant, Paula Dean wins.
We had 1.5 hours of sleep last night, and we’re not allowed to go to bed until 8pm today [If this post is incorehent, I apologize.] They’re keeping us awake with biscuits, water, and occasional slaps, but that might just have been a dream I had.
We walked around Greystones. It actually has grey stones. If this pattern continues, I can only imagine what goes down in Kilkenny.
Over the rainbow and out,
|There's a mountain in my backyard.|