(Originally posted on June 12, 2012)
Day Eleven we said goodbye to our friendly Dutch hosts and got a bus to Inverness. On the way, we hopped off in what was supposed to be a Loch Ness town. It was really tiny, and over two miles from the Loch. So we didn’t really see anything other than the view from the buses. No sign of Nessie, sadly.
(Originally posted on May 18, 2012)
This morning we went to Desmond Castle, the not-so-secret reason we came to Kinsale. While reading through Rick Steve’s Ireland travel book, my imagination was caught by a random fact about this particular castle. During the Revolutionary War, American sailors captured as prisoners of war were taken to the castle (then a prison). Some were chained to the walls as an example for Irish rebels.
Mary Cate: Wait, you dragged us all the way out here for this castle?
Me: But think of the potential stories! What if there was an American sailor who escaped? And what if he happened to meet a nice Irish lass? And what if they had to run away to America together??
Mary Cate: …
alive (to the tips of her fingers) 