Clady Drizzle and Cross Keys

Friday, the last day here in Ireland...I'm SAD to go home!!! I've gotten to know many more great people, I've seen some fantastic things, and above all, there's just the feeling of traveling. I am alive when I travel. It's not that I'm not alive during regular times, job life, social life, all that. I'm saying there is something distinctly different about seeing something new and exciting everyday. A day completely full of suprises that goes along with travel that I am addicted to. I simply cannot get enough, and it's rather epidemic now. I keep thinking that if I go here or there, that I'll be satiated to the point where I can just settle down. That has never, in the history of Jane, ever happened. I don't know if I'll ever feel cured, and in all actuality, do I want to be? I'm meant to wander, and I have fully embraced that on this trip. I have wandered to new corners, and I have drank it in. Don't know if I'll return drunk, (well I did drink just about EVERY day I've been here...stinkin' Irish influences!), but I'll return happy.

Liam took another day off work (how great are these people to just take off days of work to spend time with Erin and her stranger friend...though we are certainly no longer strangers) to drive us around the area, just to get a feel of where Erin's childhood travels took her. She is living in her grandfather's old house, and since he passed away last year, and she was looking for a change, she moved here. It was only convenient that she started dating a boy who lives just down the road before she moved!

We visited her family church, where her grandfather, several aunt's and uncles and many of Liam's family is burried as well. Saddly, the church has fell into disrepair in the last several years, and isn't being used anymore. They both expressed hope that it would find a nice pastor to come and revive the church where Erin was baptised.

We found an ancient sweat house, where people would be put into a burried mound to sweat out their diseases long long ago. We got RAINED on on the way down and out of there, but it was an adventure none the less.

We visited sheep!!

Tonight we went to a VERY cool bar called the Cross Keys in the next town over. Technically an old thatched cottage, with antique lanterns and signs and pictures hanging all over. I left smelling like a fireplace because...well, that's how it was heated. Fantastic, old, hidden gem! I will go back there some day! In fact, I'll be back to Ireland again someday!