Here's the math: 55 hours of work in the 4 days leading to the trip, 20 hours of driving over the weekend, 5 people in a tiny tiny car, 3.5 hours of sleep the night before the flight, 2 rainbows and 1 head cold, 0 leprachans/boxes of Lucky Charms/four leaf clovers = 1 awesome trip.
Blarney castle grounds. Yes, I did kiss the Blarney stone.
Blarney castle grounds #2
The windows weren't so big back in the day.
Some awesome fort.
Some cool random street.
Another random street
I loved the old Irish men.
This dude was just drivin' down the street on his electric wheelchair, and I was jealous. It'd take an electric scooter over a Harley any day. Ok, not really.
Look familiar? Think the cliffs of insanity from The Princess Bride
Some stone slabs
