Blarney

Wednesday morning we had to get up and meet our tour at the Paddywagon office at 6:30am sharp. I have no idea why it had to be 6:30am sharp, the Irish are notorious for always being late and we didn't leave till close to 7. We weren't going straight to Blarney, first we stopped in Cobh and saw this church (can't remember the name of it), a Titanic memorial (this was the last port it was in), and some other little memorials.

Then it was off to Blarney to see the castle and kiss the stone. Because everyone I was with obviously is very lacking in the gab department. For those of you that don't know, kissing the stone is supposed to give you a "silver tongue" or "the gift of gab" for seven years. Not going to be real wordy here because, well, there's not much to say. It was neat to see and we kissed to stone. That's pretty much it.

We spotted a leprechaun.

There was a poison garden. We weren't to touch, taste, or smell any of the plants. Good thing I couldn't breathe anyway.
Pretty view from the top of Blarney Castle.
And the downward view.
There was no flattering picture of me hanging off a castle trying to kiss a rock that was two feet below my head. I can't imagine why. By the way, the whole hanging off the side of a castle thing is totally exaggerated. There's maybe a foot gap between the floor and the stone, there's a mat you lay on, two handles you hold on to, and a guy holds you why you do it. It's really not scary.