We spent the night in Killarney, Ireland's premier tourist town. I dined at a nice restaurant and there was a table of about eight American men talking about golf. I guess they were there to play.
Today we went to the Blarney Castle. The castle is old and kind of crumbling with a difficult climb up in a narrow stairway. I did go to the top but declined kissing the stone since you have to lie backwards and they kind of hold you hanging and I felt that I would throw up in that position. I then walked the grounds. There was limited time but I could have spent at least a day there. Spring was rampant.
We made one last stop to ruins of a castle the Rock of Dunamase which was given as a dowry in about 1100 in a political deal of a marriage. The view of the fields from the top are extraordinary.
Then I returned to Dublin.
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