2012, Stephen and I were out of bed at 3:15am to prepare for our very early flight to Ireland. Thankfully this time we made it to the airport with no problems (our last trip to the airport started out with a flat tire 10 minutes from home).
We got on the flight and had smooth sailing into London-Heathrow. It was very exciting to see the city below appear as we descended through the clouds and then down into the famed "London Fog". Unfortunately, that London fog caused us 30 minutes circling of the airport and 3 hour delay on our next flight.
Eventually we got onto or Ireland flight where I sat next to a very entertaining but frazzle man who was headed home after being away from his 2 daughters (ages 6-yrs & 10-months with one on the way) since Christmas time. He worked in Australia and had been awake for roughly 48 hours. Oh, and he was a smoker and if you ask me, it had been quite a while since his last fix.
We landed in Shannon (on the west coast) and drove for about a half hour to our beautiful Bed and breakfast located just one mile from the Cliffs of Moher(google it! You may have seen the cliffs in such movies as "Harry Potter").
When we first stepped off the plane, I was immediately assaulted by the sea air mingled with dairy air. It was the most overwhelmingly charming sent I've ever experienced! It sounds horrifying, but it was so non-sequitur that my brain was totally baffled into submission.
We decided to take our hostess' advice and had dinner at the home of "BIM Seafood Chef of the Year 2011"- a small-ish restaurant called Vaughn's.
We put our GPS to the test and selected the restaurant. We ended up driving on what Stephen labeled "pony trails" of roads for over half an hour when we showed up at a "Vaughn's" but NOT the one our hostess suggested (which we had passed on our way in to the B&B just an hour or so before).
In an effort to correct the error we headed back to the hotel and began recognizing land marks - thus enabling us to make our way to the real Vaughn's.
Stephen ordered a lamb dish that was amazingly delicious. I had a surprisingly disappointing fish and chips with my first pint of Guinness. Ireland - I am not impressed by your idea of beer (IMHO: watery with a good initial bouquet but sours on the aftertaste. I equate it to licking roofing tiles.)
After settling the bill, we headed "home" for a semi-restful night (strange bed+cool temps=semi-restful).
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