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Glo's Graduation Trip to Ireland--Day Three

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Today started out with SO. MUCH. PROMISE, but as I write this, I find that I am once in again in one of the miserable situations I frequently find myself in on vacations.

I could hardly believe the view out my window this morning.  We had pulled in late last night, and I obviously couldn't see anything that wasn't sitting in the view of the car's headlights, so it was a delight to wake up to green, even without any sunshine.

John and Glo were headed out running, and I wanted to get outside as well so I put on my tennis shoes and headed out.  The roads here are too skinny to walk on without peril to one's life, so I walked one of the farming paths.  I was set to listen to my scriptures, but I was overwhelmed with the beauty of the moment, so I turned to my voice memo app.  On it, I have music recorded by my family over the years, and two very appropriate songs for the moment were "All Things Bright and Beautiful" with Hannah and Glo on strings and me on piano, and Glo singing "The Curra Road" with guitar.  If it weren't for my stupid bunion, I could have walked forever, but I called it at 2.5 miles.





















It was really sweet to see John and Glo out running.  When John ran the Causeway when Glo was a baby, we never could've imagined that everything would come full-circle someday.

Can you spot them?

Then, we needed to go grocery shopping seeing as we're staying in a beautiful house with a full kitchen.  Normally that event wouldn't be blog-worthy, but being in Northern Ireland, shopping is so fun!  We all headed to Tesco in Coleraine, about a 25-minute drive away.

We got out of there for £150, but not before Glo noticed a "Kiln Dried Wood" self kiosk.  I won't even go into the fact that it was next to an egg self-kiosk (where we could pick the name of the hen whose eggs we wanted).  As we all know, Glo loves fire, and she was all set to build us a fire in our fireplace at home.  So she and John picked up a large parcel of ash and threw it in the back of the car #onlyinnorthernireland



Then it was time to come home, turn up the thermometer from 10° C, build a fire and relax.  This is something I think we all needed to do, it was raining outside, and with the heat turning on, it just felt perfect.  Until it was dinner time....

John had bought chicken breasts, and he wanted to grill them.  I suggested using the George Foreman grill in our home, but it wanted to use a grill outside.  We had bought potatoes, but we didn't have any oil to roast them, and we didn't have other "veg".  Glo and I ran into Bushmills to buy everything we needed.  The chicken ended up being done much earlier than the veg, and John was hangry so everything went south as he demanded we not wait to eat and didn't want any of the rest of us to wait even though we wanted the complete meal on our plates before we started eating.

We watched "The Watchers", a movie set in Ireland, with bruised emotions and then went to bed.

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