Today we went to Blarney Castle, and Stephanie and Donald bravely kissed the Blarney Stone! So, now they are both blessed with eloquence! Unknown to myself, the Blarney Stone rests at the TOP of the castle - and those of you that know me, know that heights do not sit well with me. I fought my own battle however and made it to the top of the castle! But when I realized, you had to lie down on your back (held by someone whose job it is to hold people), go a bit over the edge of the castle railing in order to kiss the stone, my life flashed before my eyes faster than it does when driving on these roads, and I decided I needed to get down quickly. So, blessed as Stephanie is now with eloquence...she will finish the work of the blog! (Just kidding!) Though eloquent Stephanie wanted me to write that she is the reigning champion of Hearts!
Tomorrow, we are sad to leave beautiful Kinsale, but excited to travel to Ennis. A travel day tomorrow...then the Cliffs of Moor on Tuesday!
Noel
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I don't remember approving any kissing of any Blarney Stones - this sounds like an HR issue!
ReplyDeleteHave fun you two and keep sending the fun photos and stories!
Jason
What Is It To Be Irish (Written by Hal Boyle from the book IRISH BLESSINGS)
ReplyDeleteWhat Is IT to Be Irish?
How can you put the wonder of it into words? If a Psychiatrist stretched himself out on his own warm couch, after his last customer had gone home, and he dreamed of the man he himself would most like to be---well, he might be perfect, but he'd still be half an Irishman on St. Patricks Day.
What Is IT to Be Irish?
It is to have an angel in your mouth, turning your prose to poetry. IT is to have the gift of tongues, to know the language of all living things. Does an Irishman pause and turn an ear to a tree? It is because on this day he wants to hear what one sleepy bud says to another its pale green hands to the warm sun of Spring.
What Is It to Be Irish?
Oh, on this day it is music. Not just the cornet in the parading high school band, but the deep, deep music of living, the low, sad rhythms of eternity. The Irishman hears the high song of the turning spheres, the dim lullaby of the worm in its cocoon. All the world is in tune, the tune that only he can hear."
Bonnie Falk
Noel and Stephanie -
ReplyDeleteI am loving your blog. I know that the things you are learning will enrich your teaching. I would like to say that I hyperventilated after kissing the Blarney Stone, so I understand Noel's desire to pass.
Happy Learning,
Perrin Worrell
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