Our Last Day In Ireland

Wow! What a trip! I don't think I could've imagined a better, more well-thought out trip. Who planned this again? ;-)

For the final day, we packed our bags, bid a sad goodbye to Aird Clachan, and drove six hours southwest to Bunratty. Going to the Bunratty Medieval Banquet seemed like a fitting way to end our trip.

Seeing as Ethan hasn't been here in years, and Rebecca has never been here, it was a completely new experience for them. So when we were brought our "beverages" for dinner, they asked me if the one jug was water or mead (once again, a free alcoholic drink that we Mormons can't drink, but that I'm sure is included in the admission fee). I was absolutely positive that the jug was water. However, as soon as I saw their faces, I realized (as did they), that I didn't know what I was talking about!

Yep, I have corrupted my children. They have now have the taste of alcohol on their lips. Sinners...

The dinner was delicious as it always is. And I do believe that we might need to stop coming to the banquet, seeing as some of the servers are beginning to recognize us.

Finally, it was dessert time. The tradition is to share it with a lover. Aren't they cute?

And before we could check into our hotel in preparation for leaving the next day, we drove around the town of Shannon a bit, looking for any place where I could buy a stash of Cadbury bars. Thankfully, we found some hole in the wall that had quite a selection.

And I had to bring them home in my carry-on, because they would have added at least ten pounds to my luggage weight ;-)

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