Friday, August 23, 2013


The Burren Beautiful
The girls came down to breakfast a bit late and in their famous onesies, much to the consternation of our fellow dining companions who were a sweet couple from Milano.



 We stopped off at the farmers' market in Kenvarah where we tasted the best raspberries of our lives along with a questionable pizza bagel that was so unlike a bagel and yet so very Irish that we renamed it a shmagel.



What's a smmagel?

I made a new friend and I apologize for not feeding a lump of sugar to you, new friend, but I wasn't sure how your people would feel about it or if you would bite my hand off.
I feel like you understood my failure to provide the lump of sugar. Next time, though.








I know T and I screwed up this picture, but the sun was inour eyes and it was the best we could do.



Horses made of brown bread or biscuits in Galway. Giddyapp!

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