Whoops, the Castle, and 61

It’s been a beautiful day in Ireland, but even beautiful days have their whoops! moments. Today I’ve had a couple of them. Before leaing Wexford this morning, we stopped by a shop hoping to pick up crutches to aid my brother’s mobility. Today, however, is a bank holiday all over Europe, and the store didn’t open until noon. So off we headed towards Waterford on our way to Adare. About a half hour later, I discovered whoops #1. The hearing aid that I wear most of time wasn’t in my ear. A couple of phone calls confirmed that I had left it next to my bed in the Riverbank House Hotel. And so it was back to Wexford to recover the little treasure. On the positive side, by the time we got the hearing aid, the store was open, and Jon was able to get his Tiny Tim look-alike crutches.

I didn’t think Waterford crystal would be particularly interesting to me, but wow! I was particularly impressed by the grizzly bear and the osprey. I’ll hopefully post a picture, but more about that later.... And yes, Suzanne CAN drive on the left and go around roundabouts clockwise.

The drive across Ireland was as beautiful as we expected it to be. It is no mystery that Ireland should be called the emerald isle. We arrived in Adare at the luxurious high point of the trip and checked into the world-class Adare Manor Hotel - a castle and golf resort that is truly impressive. As part of the special deal we booked here, we were served a superb afternoon tea, which was not only a delight but also eliminated the need for dinner. This is a picture of the place. We’ll be staying in this castle for the next two nights.

Which brings me to
whoops #2. While loading pictures I had taken onto the computer, the software shut down, but not before deleting said pictures, which have now disappeared from both iphoto and the camera’s memory card. If anyone has a solution to this problem that doesn’t involve a brain transplant, I’d love to hear it. The good news is that Suzanne is the official photographer; I brought along my battery-eating coolpix primarily as a back-up, and the back-ups are the ones I lost.

Jon, whom we have taken to calling Tiny Tim, is staying with his wife on the ground level since he doesn’t do stairs with those crutches. Suzanne and I, on the other hand, are in a huge room in the old part of the hotel where there is no elevator. Just stairs. And that would be where the number 61 comes in. I have walked up all of those 61 stairs four times so far. My dear daughter is obviously seeing to it that I’m still getting my cardio exercise. And it’s worth it; check out the view from our room.
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