Author: Kelly E Adams

  • A Highland Stravaig:  Epilogue

    A Highland Stravaig: Epilogue

    Saturday, 27 September 2025- Nashville
    I had trouble sleeping, especially early this morning.  Not because of jet lag but because I was so congested I had trouble breathing.  That, and the fact that Theo’s favorite night time game is to climb between the comforter and the sheet to attack my feet.  Not a pleasant activity for me as he has sharp sharp claws.

    Elliot, Eleanor, Theo and Millie came to bed with me last night which made me feel loved.  This morning, when I eventually got up (around 7am), Elliot gave me lots of hugs.  I think he missed me as much as I missed him.  Tara said Yodi and Cotton slept with her, too.

    For most of the day, after having coffee and devotions on the porch, I unpacked and relived our adventure in my mind.

    Of my three recent international trips, Scotland was the most expensive one, but I spent more on souvenirs and had to pay for cat sitters.  I also invested in wool clothing, something that wasn’t exclusive to the Scotland trip, but came out of the Scotland budget.

    Speaking of clothes, I think I did well minimizing my wardrobe.  The only thing I packed, but didn’t wear, was a pair of black pants – something that was a late addition.  I had two wool dresses (that I could wear together which is what I did on flight days), two wrap wool sweaters, my four under scrub long sleeves tops, two pairs of pants, a light tunic, wool leggings I wore as PJ bottoms, regular leggings that I wore under the dresses, a long sleeve cotton shirt I wore as  a PJ top, my Duck shoes, my hiking shoes, three pairs of wool undies that I washed at night after wearing (one to wear, one as a spare, one to dry),  three wool bras that I rotated between, my Barbour jacket that I wore most of the time, my lighter Orvis jacket, my Irish hat and my Irish beanie.  The only thing I washed (besides the undies) was an undershirt.

    We were able to do carry-on only on the way there.  My SMV backpack that Bob gave me was not a problem fitting under an airline seat, but I didn’t pack it full, either.  We packed a collapsible duffel bag to check on the way home, and it was full of our treasures that we had bought for ourselves and for others.  The super star of the trip, packing wise, was my stuff-able neck pillow.  I put my long sleeve tops and leggings in it and it was pretty comfortable to wear.  Tara has one, too, but I don’t think she used it, even though she brought it with her.

    On the way home, we had to check our carry-ons as the flight to Amsterdam was full.  It wasn’t a big deal because we had to check the duffel and I had Apple Tags in everything.  Delta also has a good back tracking system as well on their app.

    I think our trip went smoothly with only two hiccups:  the first one occurred when we checked out of Sherbrooke Castle in Glasgow.  I was in a hurry and pulled out a plug via the American plug, and not the adapter, and left it in the room.  I didn’t notice it until we checked in at Dalmally.  Luckily, it wasn’t an issue because I had a back up adapter, and two of the places we stayed at had adaptors in the room.  Still, it was a stupid mistake, but I’m glad I had a back up adapter.  The second hiccup was cramming in too much on the last day, when we drove from Drumnadrochit to Glasgow, and had to make last minute arrangements to get a late drop off for the car.  I was nervous about the length on the drive when I scheduled our trip, and we lingered whenever we stopped.  I have no regrets on lingering, but should have been mindful with the distance.

    It’s hard to say which place we stayed at was my favorite, as they were all  so different.  The hosts at Torbeag House were so kind and hospitable, but I especially loved the little apartment we had at Arisaig (Kilmory).  I think Sherbrooke Castle was my least favorite place.

    Next time I go back, I think I would spend one week in Glasgow with the intention of visiting Edinburgh and Sterling via train during the week, and then one week in the Highlands, using Kilmory or Torbeag House as a base.  I really want to go to Iona, as it is steeped with spiritual history, but it’s a bit of a pain to get there, which is why we didn’t go this time.  Next time, for sure.

    I drove 870 miles in nine days.  The rental never gave me a name (not how Pierre and Charlie did, and once I got used to all the bells and whistles, it was a fun SUV to drive.  However, I think some of the ‘safety issues’ were a bit distracting as I’m not used to them in my car.  If I went one mile over the speed limit, it would beep.  If I got over too far on the shoulder, it would beep a different beep.  I’m sure if I was motivated, I could have figured out how to turn them off, but I wasn’t motivated enough to go through the manual.  Instead, I had daily goals when I drove:  No beeps (going downhill or uphill didn’t count) and no stalls (the first few days, it was difficult for me to find first and second gear, for some reason).  I managed the roundabouts pretty well, and only got honked at twice.  I also tried to convince Tara that parking backwards is superior to parking forwards, but she isn’t buying it.  

    Tara was a good passenger, but the first few days she was nervous, as it was a completely new experience for her to be on the left hand side of the road.  She also wasn’t a fan of my mountain driving (lines in the road are decorations!).  Sometimes her gasps and spoken prayers were another distraction but we worked it out.  I had to make a rule that there was to be no talking during a busy roundabout, only silent prayers.  She became a good navigator, too.

    I’ve lived with Tara for over a year, but underestimated her love of walking.  We ended up walking quite a bit, but next time I plan a trip for us, I will incorporate more hikes.  I had a Scottish Highland Walking Map app that I used a few times, but it was not always very helpful.

    I had more aches and pains this trip than during my previous trips, but I am older, too.  It wasn’t anything that ibuprofen and whisky couldn’t fix, but my right hip and left foot would at times let me know they were displeased with my activities.  I also felt more cautious maneuvering paths.  In the past, I would hop along but this time I was much slower and almost fearful of taking a wrong step.

    It’s so unnatural spelling ‘whisky’ and not ‘whiskey’.  ‘Whisky’ is the Scottish way while ‘Whiskey’ is the Irish way.  The ‘E’ stands for excellence! (So say the Irish, but I tend to agree with them!)

    I’m not sure if I’ll be able to make another international trip in 2026, though there is some talk about going to Ireland to photograph renewal vows for a friend sometime in 2026. I hope that happens because it would be an amazing trip for all involved.

    I had an amazing time and I’m so thankful that Tara was able to come with me.  It was so nice to experience a place that was new to both of us and to travel with a friend.  I’m sure this isn’t the last time we travel together.

    Here are some travel notes that might be of interest.  We flew Delta roundtrip from Nashville to New York to Amsterdam to Glasgow.  The trip was long but we upgraded our seats and I was comfortable with my long legs.  We didn’t have any trouble with connections and the journey was non-eventful.  On the way home, we flew from Glasgow to Amsterdam to Atlanta to Nashville.  Again, it was a non-eventful flight in comfort.  However, when we return one day, I think I would prefer one less connection on our flight.  

    I hired the car through Celtic Legends and they were super.  I especially liked that we could take our car on a ferry – something that is a big no-no in Ireland for some reason.

    For this trip, I purchased for both of us stuff-able neck pillows for the flights.  I put my wool shirts in mine and it worked like a charm, especially since we were ‘carry on only’ on the way there.  I had a foldable duffel bag that we fit in Tara’s rolling carry on and used it on the way back as a checked bag.  It was a good arrangement and a much needed extra bag as we had so enthusiastically helped the Scottish economy.

    Most of the clothes we both brought with us were wool so we were able to wear them a few times without having to wash them.  I did take Soak laundry detergent with us to have, and we did do laundry at least once in Arisaig.  Wool clothes pack so well and dry so quickly and I’m a big fan!

    I had all the bells and whistles for international travel, but one thing I wish I did was put washi tape around my plug converter so it stood out more.  Yep, I unplugged a charging cord but didn’t take out the converter from the wall.  This happened in Glasgow, and by the time I realized it was missing, we were in Dalmally.  I called Sherbrooke Castle to see if they found it, but it had walked away.  It wasn’t a big deal, but we had to get creative with charging all our devices, especially since Tara didn’t have anything with her.  I now have a back up that’s ready for my next trip.

    Tara got an International Plan for our phones so we didn’t have to worry about our cell phones not working in the United Kingdom.  It was so convenient. 

    I exchanged some dollars for sterling but didn’t need cash at all.  For my research for this trip, a lot of people on social media recommended having cash, especially in the Highlands, but it was a non-issue for us.  I used Apple Pay almost exclusively so I rarely had to pull out a physical credit card, which was nice. 

    Thank you for sharing my adventures.  It was an amazing experience and I hope my journal gave you a real idea of each day I spent in Scotland.  

  • An Introduction to A Northern Path – An Irish Adventure Continues

    An Introduction to A Northern Path – An Irish Adventure Continues

    Like my other travel journal, An Irish Adventure, I wrote this for a select group of friends and family to share my adventure. Now I want to share it with everyone.

    A note about the format of this travel journal. I’ve shared the original dates in the body of each journal entry. In order to make the journal chronological, I had ‘fudge’ the dates of the bottom of each post. Please ignore them.

    The photo above is a boat at rest in the Dublin Port. More photos of A Northern Path can be found here.

    I hope you enjoy A Northern Path – An Irish Adventure Continues.

    Kelly

  • A Northern Path ~ Prologue

    A Northern Path ~ Prologue

    (Privately shared on October 3, 2023 with a select group of friends). More photos can be found here.

    Hi Friends ~

    I can’t believe it’s been eleven days since I’ve returned from my Irish Adventure!  As you may know, I really had a difficult time deciding if I should return to Ireland in 2023, mainly due to finances, but I’m so glad I didn’t put it off.  This year has given me so many reminders about how short life is and how important it is to take advantage of opportunities as they present themselves.  I knew if I didn’t return this year, I would regret it.  I promised Elliot and Eleanor that their extravagant lifestyle will not be interrupted, but I may be feasting on Ramen noodles and PB&J sammies for the rest of the year and well into 2024!  Still, I wouldn’t trade my experiences or the opportunity to travel for anything.

    Last year, I shared my travel journal and photography from my Irish Adventure and I plan on doing the same this year.  I have about 2000 photos to go through between my camera and my phones and started editing them.  I hope to share a chapter of my travels and photos once a week so be on the lookout.  I’m calling this year’s adventure A Northern Path – An Irish Adventure Continues.

    Once again, I planned this trip all on my own.  I made a few adjustments from last year’s trip and felt more confident traveling alone this year.  I flew Delta again and rented a car.  This year I stayed in hotels and Bed and Breakfasts, and TWO castles!

    I’ve attached two maps of my adventures.  The first map helped me plan my itinerary, and the second map is what and where I actually visited.   For some reason, I couldn’t map out my road trips, so just imagine me skirting the coastline from Dublin, up to Belfast, then along the coast to Bushmills, then down the northwest coast of Ireland, before cutting across back to Dublin, all on back roads. Between this year and last year’s more Southern route, I’ve covered a lot of ground in Ireland but still feel like there is so much more to see.  And yes, I’m already plotting a return!

    Irish Adventure 2023 Itinerary 

    The Northern Path

    I’ve also included a photo of my new friend, Ewe-anne.  She came home with me and likes to sit by my computer to gently remind me to work on my photos!

    Thanks for letting me share my newest adventure with you!  Stay tuned!

    ~Kelly

  • A Northern Path ~ An Irish Adventure Continues

    A Northern Path ~ An Irish Adventure Continues

    (Privately shared on October 8, 2023 with a select group of friends). The above is a photo of me at Giant’s Causeway in Northern Ireland. More photos can be found here.

    September 9, 2023 ~ An Irish Adventure Part 2

    Almost a year ago I was doing the exact same thing that I’m doing now – hurry up and wait for my Irish Adventure.  My flight leaves at 4.35p today and like last year, Amy is taking me to lunch then dropping me off at the airport.  I’m flying Delta again, here to Atlanta to Dublin, but the return back is to Atlanta and not NYC.

    All year I was debating whether or not I could afford another trip to Ireland.  But there have been so many reminders this year about how precious time is and how life can change in a moment.  This year has been hard – Bert was diagnosed with aggressive cancer then passed away, Stevi’s brother in law suddenly died from a stroke he suffered at age 33, and Beth had her horrible, horrible accident.  So there were many signs to go and at the end of June, I made up my mind to commit to another Adventure.

    This time, I’m only staying one night in Dublin then picking up my car and heading north.  The rough itinerary is Dublin, Newgrange, Belfast, Bushmills, Londonderry, Donegal, Ballina, Leenane, my castle, then Dublin.  I’m spending more days in a single place so I don’t feel too rushed to get where I need to be.  Hopefully, I planned well but time will tell.

    I’m checking a bag this time from the get go.  My grey carryon nests inside the checked bag and I’m taking a backpack with my gear in it and the Bento Bag.  And a small purse.  Once I get through security, I’ll rearrange my backpack so it isn’t so bulky.  Hopefully, it will be a comfortable and boring flight.

    10 September

    I made it!  I’m in Ireland again!  The trip was a little nerve wracking because the flight out of Nashville was delayed. I initially didn’t think it was a big deal, but by the time we landed in Atlanta, my flight to Dublin was boarding – and I was still on the plane from Nashville!  But I made it in time even though I was running and dodging through the terminal.  But once I got on the plane, I lucked out as I was able to put both my bags over head so I had more leg room.

    The flight was blissfully uneventful and only seven hours long.  Getting through passport control was super easy and with no waiting – just like getting through TSA in Nashville.  And my bag arrived pretty quickly, too.

    I think it was 9.30a when I was on the ground in Dublin and I decided to take the bus instead of a taxi to Clontarf Castle.  The buses were easy (with some help) and I got to City Center relatively quickly.  I changed some money and then went to the Vodafone store to get a new SIM card for my Irish phone to replace the one I lost.  I walked to one of the many cell phone repair stores to see if they could fix my cracked screen.  They said they could but it would take an hour.  By this time, it was 11.20a and I left the phone and continued my way to the castle.  The bus trip took a lot longer than I thought it would and I got to the castle a little after 12p.

    The reception area was busy with checkouts.  My plan was to drop off my luggage then get back to the City Center for my Afternoon Tea tour at 1.45p, then come back, take a nap, then have dinner at 6.30p.  The Afternoon Tea Tour was a bus tour through Dublin, seeing the many sights whilst enjoying afternoon tea.  It sounded like a lot of fun when I booked it.   When it was my turn at Reception, the lady said she could store my luggage but she also wanted to see if there was a room available for me to check in even though it was early.  As luck would have it, there was a room ready for me so I went ahead and checked in.  My room was a little underwhelming for a castle hotel.  A queen sized bed and normal bathroom, nothing special or unique, which was a little disappointing.

    I got my camera gear together and double checked for the tour start location, but to my horror, the tour was actually at 1.15p not 1.45p!  It was almost 1pm by then and I knew I would never make it in time, so I had to cancel it.  Unfortunately, I couldn’t get a refund since it was such short notice and I’m upset that I missed the tour.  I’m so underwhelmed by Dublin for some reason that it would have been nice to see some highlights.  So I guess I’ll have to come back again!

    In the end, I took the bus back to Talbot Street to pick up my Irish phone.  I was able to get the seat in front on the top of the double decker bus, so I had a nice view of Dublin.  Somehow I even managed to get the same seat on the way back.

    The phone repair cost 55 Euros and the SIM card 20 Euros so hopefully, it will work well for me.  At least the screen isn’t cracked anymore!  In June, I switched to an iPhone, which I love!  I had hoped to be able to get an eSIM for it for my trip, and even though that is possible with my phone, Boost was being difficult and wouldn’t unlock it for me.  I’m glad I brought my Irish phone that I bought last year and even though it was a little expensive to get the screen fixed, I’m glad I did.  Cracked screens are so annoying.

    I was getting tired so instead of exploring, I just came back to the castle.  I slept hard for an hour then had a blissful shower and got ready for dinner.

    I’m staying at Clontarf Castle and so far enjoy it.  I cashed in some Chase points to stay here and am happy for the opportunity to stay in two castles this trip.  I have no doubt I’ll sleep well tonight.

    Tomorrow I pick up my rental car then I’m heading to Belfast.  I hope everything goes smoothly for the car and the remainder of my trip.

    Dinner was duck magret with bacon plum reduction, carrots, mushrooms, mashed potatoes and mushroom powder.  A complimentary appetizer of souffle of some sort of fish with fennel, capers and asparagus.  Dessert was apple blackberry crumble with ice cream on a lake of yumminess and powered white chocolate.  I deferred to the waiter about wine, not being able to decide between a French Merlot or an Argentinian Malbac.  He recommended a Spanish Rosa.  I should have decided for myself.  It was OK.

    11 Sept

    Nice night/sleep.  Only negative is instant coffee!

    11pm – it’s been a crazy day and it’s way past my bedtime and I still have to do my meditation.

    I’m currently in Belfast.  I got here around 715p after spending the afternoon at Bru na Boinne.  Let me go chronologically.

    I checked out of the Castle and got my cab to the airport at 1015ish.  I made it to the airport well in time to pick up my rental car.  I went to the Budget desk but they referred me to the car pick up area to do everything.  When I got there via the shuttle, there was. a long line of people waiting to check in.  Finally, it was my turn and I got checked in without issue.  My car is very basic – not like Pierre at all, but is a cute white hatchback.  It reminded me of my Toyota Tercel named Charlie so I asked it if I could call him Charlie, even though he’s not a Toyota – he’s an Opal.  Still, it’s newer than Violet and I was able to connect the navigation with my phone eventually, as it seems laggy.  I’m not sure if it’s my phone or the car but we were soon on the road to Newgrange.  However, I wasn’t ten minutes on the road when the tire pressure warning light turned on!  I thought of options while I headed to Newgrange.

    It was a lovely rainy day at the monuments and I could hear whispers of the past between the raindrops.  Knowth and Newgrange are older than the Egyptian Pyramids and the stone carvings were beautiful.  The place was so peaceful and reverent.  The tour lasted three hours but it was worth every second.

    After the tour, I headed to Belfast which was two hours away.  I got to the city without issue but the hotel didn’t have an area to pull into to check in and there was no parking available (the hotel is across the street from City Hall).  I went around the block but lost Google somehow and ended up getting turned around.  I found myself going down the wrong way on a one way street with two buses bearing down on me, and driving on a pedestrian road!  I finally found a place to pull over and gather myself.  It turned out that I didn’t have international roaming on in my phone!  How stupid!  So once I got that sorted out, I headed back to the hotel.  There still wasn’t parking available so I parked illegally and hoped the check in was fast.  Unfortunately for me, there was a gaggle of Germans/Assembly of Austrians who were spread out with their old bodies and their luggage everywhere.  When it was my turn to check in, I couldn’t get around them and they didn’t move when I said ‘excuse me’.  I ended up goose stepping over their stupid luggage but tripped over it but didn’t fall.  I was so embarrassed and burst into tears.  I was already on edge because of the drama getting to the hotel.  Thankfully, the front desk clerk was very kind and fixed me up.  He made sure my luggage was taken to my room and gave me directions to the parking lot which was three blocks away.  HIs co-worker also got me a glass of prosecco, which was very nice of her.  I got to my room around 8pm.

    I hadn’t really eaten anything all day and wanted to explore Belfast on foot.  I walked around hoping to find a pub with food.  I came across one that was super busy and decided to move on.  I Googled ‘best pub in Belfast’ and Kelly’s popped up.  I had to go there!  It was about a twenty minute walk and I wondered if it was safe to walk at night in Belfast by myself.  Then I remembered that I was Kelly the Brave and carried on.  I found my place and they. had Hop House 13 on tab so I got a pint.  The pub was lively and filled with history and character.  Unfortunately, they weren’t serving food.  I wandered around taking cell phone photos and then moved on.  I walked around a bit and ended up at the first pub to see if they were serving food.  Because it was 9ish, they weren’t so I got a pint of Spanish lager the barkeep recommended and enjoyed the ambiance.  I couldn’t finish the pint, though it was very good, and came back to the hotel.  I munched on dried apples and cookies and got ready for bed.

    Tomorrow I’m going to explore before my walking tour at 230, then I’m meeting Paul and Annas for dinner.  It should be a wonderful day

  • A Northern Path ~ Chapter Two

    A Northern Path ~ Chapter Two

    (Privately shared on October 15, 2023 with a select group of friends). The above photo is The Beacon of Hope in Belfast, Northern Ireland. More photos can be found here.

    As a reminder, words written in italics represent the original travel journal. Plain text words are edits for clarification within the original journal or post travel thoughts.

    Make sure you check out my photos which can be viewed here. Just be sure to click on ‘A Northern Path ~ An Irish Adventure Continues.  Also, the photos will have more information about  the sights than my travel original journal.  

    12 September 2023. Belfast, Northern Ireland

    My meditation program also has sleep sounds to help one fall asleep.  (Usually at home I’ll go to sleep with Classical Music or Max Richter in the background).  The meditation program has a forest-scape which is quite nice but last night I decided to try the Ocean-scape sounds.  It worked – I fell asleep but in my semi-conscious state early in the morning I mistook the ‘waves’ as rain.  (It’s rained every day so far, which is fine).  However, when I eventually woke up, I was pleasedto see bright sunshine, blue skies and wispy white clouds.  It’s going to be a beautiful day!

    I’m having breakfast now (orange juice, white coffee (like a latte), grain toast with butter, yogurt with granola and fruit, 2 small croissants, two slices of ham and cheddar cheese.  It sounds lie a lot but I will not be eating again until tonight (and really didn’t eat anything yesterday).  After breakfast, I’m going to pick up my gear and head out to explore.  The breakfast was a hybrid of self serve and table servie.  The gaggle of Germans/assembly of Austrians were milling around looking confused about the operation of the coffee machine – a fancy self serve that offered everything from espresso to lattes.  I gave them a wide berth.  They were part of a tour group and I hoped I wouldn’t cross paths with them again.  

    It’s a beautiful day and Belfast has won my heart.  It’s everything to me that Dublin isn’t but I can’t even express how.  I didn’t have an agenda other than to show up at the Walking Tour meeting place at 2.30p.  As the Belfast Tour Center was around the corner from the hotel, I stopped in to see what they had and grabbed a Belfast map to go along with the Belfast map I had grabbed from the hotel.  They also had a gift shop and I spied the perfect Belfast magnet for myself and made a mental note to return.  I then just mosyed around.  A lovely couple asked if I needed directions and I said I was just enjoying the day with no agenda and no destination.  They were very kind.  I found myself approaching the river and came across a beautiful sculpture.  Then I walked along the river and spied the Big Fish – a work of art that I had read about.  It was quite breathtaking as it appeared to be constructed of tiles of Belfast’s history.  After taking several photos of the fish, I ventured across the river and found myself walking towards the Titanic Museum.  

    In my research of Belfast, a visit to the Titanic Museum was always listed as a Must Do activity.  But to be honest, I only have a passing interest in it and didn’t get a ticket.  Still, it was a beautiful day and the museum itself is lovely so I kept going.  Once there, I went inside and ventured into the gift shop.  I decided to get a Titanic Magnet (why not?) and a little present for [redacted].  However, I ran into a slight annoyance.

    Last year when I was planning my trip to Ireland, Bob made me an authorized user for his American Express card (so generous!) and I put Pierre on the card.  I promptly paid my bills and then kept a small recurring expense on the Amex card.  This summer, when I decided to return to Ireland, I again decided to put the car on the Amex card as there was a $2,000 hold during the rental period.  Amex was also offering a ‘spend one hundred pounds in the UK, get twenty bucks back’ promotion that I was eager to take advantage of.  But after a year of putting $10-15 monthly charges on the Amex card, when the car deposit hit, Amex FLIPPED OUT because it wasn’t my normal spending behaviour as an authorized user.  (Chase, on the other hand, is well used to my spending habits!). So when I went to pay for the Titanic magnet and present, the Amex card was declined.  I was able to get it on my Chase card but it was embarrassing having my card declined.   Thankfully, everything got worked out but American Express knew I was going to be in the UK and they even knew I was putting the car on my card!  Rude to decline it!  Still, I’m grateful to my brother for letting me be an authorized user.

    I headed back to town and went back to the Tourist Center to get my Belfast magnet and a present for Becca.  Then I walked around and did some street photography.  

    It’s late so I’ll pick up in the morning.

    I had a wonderful time exploring Belfast and will definitely return, hopefully sooner rather than later.  I still can’t put my finger on why Belfast ‘speaks’ to be while Dublin doesn’t.  Maybe because it’s smaller?  I had hoped to go to Belfast Castle while I was there, but I just ran out of time.  Also, when I was working on my photographs of the Titanic Museum, I had a bit of regret for not getting tickets.  I think I really would have enjoyed the history of shipbuilding and the Titanic. 

  • An Irish Adventure

    An Irish Adventure

    (Privately shared on September 28, 2022 with a select group of friends). The above photo is the spiral staircase in the Old Library at Trinity College. More photos can be found here

    This is the first part of my Irish journal that I kept for my trip.  I’ll try to post at least once a week and will include photos when I can.
    A note about formatting:  Words writing in italics represent the original journal.  Underlined words are edits for clarification within the original journal.

    An Irish Adventure

    My Grand Adventure started on Saturday 10 Sept. Amy came over and we went to Thistle Farms for brunch, then she dropped me off at the airport.  Getting through security was a breeze as was the flight to Atlanta – only 40 minutes.  The flight to Dublin had some turbulence, but other than that it was fine.  The flight was booked and I had an aisle seat in the middle section.  An Irishman named Martin sat next to me and next to him was Diane, who lives in Cary, NC.  I found that I didn’t need my external battery or even my lap book.  The entertainment had music and movies so I listened to jazz and watched Aquaman. The food was meh.

    Diane works for Facebook so she let me share her cab to the Dublincity center.  I was nervous about the bus so getting to the city center with her generous offer to share a cab was very sweet of her.  I eventually made myself situated and after changing some money, and with the help of a shop girl, I managed to get on the correct bus to my Air BnB.  Unfortunately for me, Roseanne, the Air BnB hostess, wasn’t very clear about what stop to get off and I ended up getting off too early.  A man got me in the right direction and after I walked what seemed like for miles, another man confirmed that I was on the right path and almost to the house.  Once I arrived, I was so tired!  But I couldn’t check in until 3.30 so I dropped my luggage off then walked some more to figure out how to kill time. I arrived at the house a little after 2pm I ended up at a supermarket and decided to explore.  It reminded me of the supermarkets in England and Canada.  Afterwards, I went to a chicken place and legit had the best chicken tenders ever!  They tasted buttery and were so good!  I made my way back to the house and after I got settled, took a nap for an hour and then emailed Dad and Bob.  I went to bed around 8.30p and slept soundly.

    The next morning, the 12th, I ventured out to Trinity College for the 
    campus and Book of Kells tour.  The weather was drizzly.  I eventually made it to the tour location and joined about 16 more people for the tour.  Unfortunately, today was the first day of school so we couldn’t go into any buildings except one.  We ended with the Book of Kells, which was cool to see.  However, the best part was the Old Library!  I took my mask off to breathe in the books and the history and immensely enjoyed it.

    More later. It’s past my bedtime.

  • An Irish Adventure ~ Chapter Two

    An Irish Adventure ~ Chapter Two

    (Privately shared on September 30, 2022 with a select group of friends). The above photo is Sphere Within Sphere, located at Trinity College. More photos can be found here.

    As a reminder, Words writing in italics represent the original journal.  Underlined words are edits for clarification within the original journal. 

    After the tour of Trinity College and the Book of Kells and walking around the campus a bit more, I just started roaming the streets of Dublin having no itinerary in particular.  I got a map of Dublin from a tourist place and ended up walking down Gafton Street, almost to the park (St Stephen’s Green).  It was raining by then and I decided to investigate cell phone service in Ireland.  I had upgraded to a GPS unit for my car rental, but really wanted a phone with maps and the ability to call if I needed to.  The Great Cell Phone Adventure eventually cost €130, many miles of walking in the rain and what felt like a wasted day.  I was grumpy with the situation, the rain and my heavy bag. Because of the rain, I couldn’t take too many photos and when I did manage to shoot, it was a pain to juggle my umbrella, camera and bag. I was getting hangry, too.I had lunch at a typical touristy restaurant that was OK.  I ordered Irish stew but got corn beef instead of lamb but the Guinness was good.  It really does taste different in Dublin.  I did purchase some souvenirs for myself (magnets!) and friends, and ended up getting a new House Coat for myself.  (it’s a traditional Irish zip up sweater with a hood and should keep me nice and warm in my quirky old house in the Winter).  It’s being shipped home which is nice.

    While I was walking around, I noticed the police and EMT were tending a homeless man.  He was unresponsive.  I think the poor man had died.

    I ended up at the Stags Head Bar and had a hot toddy and a cider.  The atmosphere was nice and it was good to get out of the rain and rest.

    Some things of note:  Dublin’s pigeon’s are well fed!  There are more seagulls than I expected.  Irish (and English, I think) sockets need to be switched on before they work.  I think this is genius.

    Today, 13 Sept, I pick up my rental car at the airport.  Again, I’m nervous 
    about the bus routes but Roseanne helped me so I should get there without issue – allegedly.  Once I get my car it’s off to Adventure!  Stay tuned!

    My only ‘must see’ in Dublin was the Old Library and I was happy that I got to see it.  But the weather in Dublin was depressing and I didn’t really enjoy my time, likely because of the weather, my lack of advanced planning for other adventures and the cell phone fiasco.  Still, in all honesty, next time I return to Ireland, I wouldn’t be upset if I don’t make it back to Dublin.

  • A Northern Path ~ Chapter Three

    A Northern Path ~ Chapter Three

    (Privately shared on October 23, 2023 with a select group of friends). The above photo is a portion of the Peace Wall in Belfast, Northern Ireland. More photos can be found here.

    13 September, Belfast, Northern Ireland

    Everything I know about the Troubles I learned from Jack Higgins and Frederick Forsyth. I was very keen to learn more about the history and the tour I went on was hosted by each ‘side’, offering a unique point of view.  I don’t remember the name of the first tour guide but he (and the Protestant tour guide) lived through the events.  He was a short, stocky. balding Irishman who was a member of the IRA.  He gave a brief history of the Troubles in 1916 (the Easter Rising) and how in Northern Ireland, Catholics, though the majority religion, were minorities with regard to rights.  In the 1960s, when Civil Rights movements occurred all over the world, the Catholic minority wanted equal representation with regard to job equality and voting rights.  He said it was very common for  the Scottish planters (Ulster planters) to own homes and rent them to the Catholics.  But the problem was each Catholic tenant counted as a vote for the Protestant landlord only. (10 tenants equaled ten votes), so the inequality persisted until it came to a boiling point.  (Scottish Planters or Ulster Settlers came to Ireland under the reign of King James from Scotland and Northern England, and their cultures were different from the Irish)

    The guide said young people began to protest and barricade the streets so the Protestants couldn’t enter their neighborhoods.   This resulted in a military response which cost many lives, which over the decades would cost thoughts of lives.  We walked through the neighborhood and evidence of bullet strikes were still visible.  (I admit this is a very diluted history of the Troubles but when I was editing my photos of the walking tour, I was able to research some of the incidents that took place in the areas I visited or where depicted in the many murals in West Belfast).

    It was hard to hear most of his presentation as he was a soft spoken gentleman, and a lot of our stops were along Falls Road, where a lot of the violence had occurred.  Plus, there were many Black Taxi tours stopping along the same route and giving their own tour.  So between the traffic and dueling tour guides, it was difficult to hear.  The Black Taxi Tours were highly recommended as a ‘must do in Belfast’, and had I not been by myself, I would have taken one.  But they were a little expensive for just one person.

    The guide described harsh conditions of the political prisoners and the difficulty of seeing friends and neighbors being killed by the British Army and Loyalists.  He himself was imprisoned and escaped twice.  He had been shot multiple times and bullet wounds were visible on his legs.  Though there is a peace treaty, he still believes in a United Ireland and thinks its only a matter of time before the British Empire falls because, as he says, ‘all Empires fall eventually.’  He admitted that innocent lives were lost by the IRA but I felt a sense of pride in his past – that he saw himself as a patriot and a veteran standing up against an inhumane regime.

    We crossed into the Protestant section of West Belfast and Mark took over the tour.  I’m so deeply disappointed in myself for not capturing a photograph of the gate that separates the Catholic neighborhood from the Protestant neighborhood!  He was born in 1963 and is a proud British citizen living in Northern Ireland.  He said West Belfast was still segregated Catholic/Protestant and said the two don’t mix, despite the Peace Treaty of 1998.  In fact, the Protestant section is gated closed every evening and then re-opened every morning – something I didn’t realize.  Public transportation runs on either side of the neighborhoods, never across.  There is still a section of wall separating both neighborhoods.

    Mark was saddened that the children of both sides were separated – separate schools, separate playgrounds, etc, despite the peace accord.  But there was an underlying bitterness towards the IRA and the thousands of lives that were lost in the most inhumane ways.  He seemed particularly bitter that ordinary citizens were targeted and that the IRA wanted to erase any stain of British existence on Ireland’s soil.

    He walked us along the Peace Wall that was decorated with graffiti and messages of peace from visitors from all over the world.  The Peace Wall was very tall – up to 25 feet high.  He pointed out a disruption of the paint in the upper portion and said as recently as three weeks ago, someone tried to throw a bomb over the fence to the Catholic side.  This aggression was answered by machine gun fire over to the Protestant side.  He didn’t mention if anyone was hurt and when I asked what prompted the initial aggression, he said ‘Feelings run deep and sometimes there is no reason – just tit for tat.’

    He told us of how the IRA got napalm and would mix it with sugar and gasoline in their bombs.  This would not only destroy something but would also insure people burned to death.  He took us past two empty lots on a busy corner – one completely empty and one completely overgrown with trees and bushes.  He said there were two pubs at each location and both were victims of IRA bombings.  The empty lot had a mural but was mostly unremarkable and the other lot was a mass of trees and shrubs.  It was amazing to me that prime real estate was empty, but it marked a reminder of lives lost.  Mark said the owners of the overgrown lot still owned it but didn’t want to rebuild as there was a fear that it would become a target again.

    Mark made sure we realized that Sinn Fein – the largest political party in Northern Ireland, is filled with murderers and members of the IRA.  He was dismayed that many members of the IRA were never captured, or were now in politics and he was disgusted that a small minority of Irishmen wanted to erase the British influence.  He said most  of the citizens in Northern Ireland did not want to be united with Ireland.  We ended the tour seeing photos of the innocent civilians who lost their lives in the Conflict as well as photos of the politicians to blame for it.  He said the conflict would only end if each side respected each other.

    Before the tour, I didn’t really have a side in the conflict.  As an American, freedom from British rule seemed understandable, but seeing the carnage the IRA caused and the innocent lives they purposely targeted doesn’t sit well with me.  However, it was a wonderful tour and I am very glad I took it.

    The tour and the images I saw stayed with me for a long, long time.  So many lives were lost or ruined.  I couldn’t help but think of our own history and how we treated the Native Americans.  And now the conflict of political and religious differences rages on in the Middle East.  I can’t wrap my head around targeting innocent civilians and the indiscriminate bombings the IRA caused.  But it’s also hard to grasp why the police and British Army were so heavy handed with civil protests.

    14 September

    So much to catch up on!

    After the walking tour, I got back to the hotel to take a quick shower and to change for dinner.  The lovely Irish couple I met last year, Annas and Paul, and I made arrangements to meet up for dinner.  They met me at the hotel and walked to dinner – a small seafood restaurant that I had actually walked by the night before.  I should have ordered the seafood stew but I went with the fish and chips instead, because Paul recommended it.  It was good but I think I would have enjoyed the stew a bit more.  Plus, I think I got a fish bone wedge in the top of my mouth.  But it was so good to see Paul and Annas again and I laughed when they asked me when I would be moving here!

    I’m in Bushmills by the way

    My hotel in Belfast was nice.  I liked that it was very central.  My day exploring Belfast was amazing and I much prefer Belfast to Dublin for reasons I can’t really explain.  Belfast seemed like home to me and I realized I was quite happy there.  Between my exploration and the walking tour, I clocked 10.48 miles!

    After checking out and paying an arm and a leg for parking, I headed to a tire store.  After I picked up my rental car, the tire pressure warning light turned on not ten miles later.  I couldn’t stop to deal with it before coming to Belfast but I definitely wanted to get it looked at just so I didn’t have to worry about it.  It’s a good thing I did, too, because one of the tires was over inflated and the other three were under inflated!  I’m not really happy with Budget!  Anyway, once Charlie was fixed up we headed up the Coastal Road to Giant’s Causeway.  I had the Bushmills tour scheduled at 3pm but didn’t need to be anywhere before then.  The day was drizzly but still quite beautiful.

  • A Northern Path – Chapter Four

    A Northern Path – Chapter Four

    (Originally shared with friend on November 5, 2023). The photo above is of me and my new friends, Joyce and David, at the Bushmills Distillery in Northern Ireland. More photos can be found here.

    As a reminder, words written in italics represent the original travel journal. Plain text words are edits for clarification within the original journal or post travel thoughts.

    Make sure you check out my photos which can be viewed here. Click on ‘A Northern Path ~ An Irish Adventure Continues’.  Also, the photos will have more information about  the sights than what I’ve written in my travel journal.  The newest photos start on page three of the gallery

    September 13, Bushmills, Northern Ireland

    I got to Bushmills Distillery early and discovered that photographs were not allowed.  I put my camera back in the car and when I got back to the meeting spot for the tour, I saw a couple that was on the tour at Bru na Boinne.  It was nice to run into them and we became fast friends.  They were able to snag a last minute tour ticket and when the tour started, the drizzle had turned into a near downpour, and the temperature dropped significantly.  The tour of the distillery was nice, but the complimentary drink at the end was the highlight.  (I chose the 16 year old Single Malt that warmed me up!) They even gave us a small bottle to take home (the traditional whiskey).  

    After the tour, Joyce and David, my new friends, and I made plans to meet for dinner at 7pm, but they wanted to go to Giant’s Causeway beforehand, as it would be their only opportunity to visit it.  (I planned on visiting it the next day).  I met them at Giant’s Causeway, after trading in my rain coat for my Barbour.  At Bushmills, I bought myself a watch cap with the idea of having it as my sleeping cap.  I wore my new watch cap to the Causeway as it was cold and windy, and I was afraid my rain hat would be blown off.  By now, the rain was definitely a downpour and the walk to the rocks was not pleasant.  At one point, the wind was so strong that had I not been Warrior Borne, I would have been blown into the sea!

    We had dinner at Grey’s, a restaurant my hostess and their hostess recommended.  I really wanted the Irish Beef but they were out of it after we ordered it.  (The carrot soup was quite nice).  And my dessert choice was not available after ordering it.  I ordered the brownie instead which was very good.  Dinner ended up being chicken strips that were OK.  I regret not swiping a small dinner plate with a lovely Celtic design on it as an act of protest for having two items unavailable after ordering them, but wanted to make a good impression on Joyce and David.  Dinner overall was OK but the company was wonderful.

    Early to bed because I want to get up early to go to Giant’s Causeway at sunrise.

    (14 September, Bushmills, Northern Ireland)

    I got up this morning before sunrise and drove to the hotel near Giant’s Causeway.  I initially thought of walking there because my B&B was a fifteen minute walk to the Causeway, but I realized since I’d be there so early, it would make more sense, and save time, to just park at the hotel that was next to the Giant’s Causeway Visitor Center.  I knew I would be gone before the tour buses and tourists would appear.  I walked down and had the place to myself.  It was stunningly beautiful and was so serene after the storm from the night before.  As I explored, I burst into praise.  There is such a powerful feeling of awe watching the waves crash into the rocks, the sun rise and hearing birdsong.  It was a beautiful spot for prayer.  I walked the trail until it ended then walked up the Shepherd’s Steps on my way back.  The view from there was amazing.  I didn’t climb up to the top because the steps were wet, steep and short and I’m old and out of shape.  But I don’t think I missed anything by not going all the way up, except perhaps a view of what I had.  I made my way down the steps and headed back.  I finally passed a few people but it was still pretty deserted.  By now, it was after 8am and a beautiful day was developing.  I captured some more photos on the rocks and then headed back to my car.  I walked a little more than 4 miles, all before a cup of coffee!

    Gotta get in the shower – check out is in an hour.

  • A Northern Path – Chapter Five

    A Northern Path – Chapter Five

    Originally shared with friends and family on December 16, 2023. The above photo is the view from Grianan of Aileach in Ireland. More photos can be found here.

    I’m sorry it’s been over a month since my last chapter!  I’ll try to do better.

    As a reminder, words written in italics represent the original travel journal. Plain text words are edits for clarification within the original journal or post travel thoughts.

    Make sure you check out my photos, which can be viewed here. Click on ‘A Northern Path ~ An Irish Adventure Continues’.  Also, the photos will have more information about  the sights than what I’ve written in my travel journal.  The newest photos start on page four of the gallery.

    September 14th, Bushmills, Northern Ireland

    My stay in Bushmills was wonderful, and it was so nice to meet up with Joyce and David. My hotel (Carnside Guest House) was nice and comfortable and I would definitely stay there again.

    After I checked out, I headed to the coffee shop Paul recommended.  (Fidela Coffee Roasters, in Coleraine, UK). It smelled heavenly and I bought myself an iced Americano and a bag of coffee – the same one Paul raved about, and had it ground for French Press.  I can’t wait to brew it for my porch devotions!  Paul raved about the El Para blend, which is what I bought, and it smelled amazing in my suitcase.  When I came home I brewed some for my Saturday devotion porch time and found it to be milder than I’m used to.  I drink it more on weekend afternoons than weekend mornings and enjoy it very much.

    The weather has been a little tricky this trip, everything from clear, bright days to downpours.  The temperature has ranged from 50 to 68^.  I’ve worn both my rain coat and my Barbour and I’m glad I got my Barbour rewaxed!  I’m also glad I bought a sweater and the Bushmills cap!

    After picking up the coffee, because the weather was mild and the sun was out, I decided to go to the fort thing before heading to Londonderry.  (I don’t have my phone with me and don’t remember the name but I will make sure I get it). (It’s Griana of Aileach).  I had originally planned to go there after checking out in Londonderry but I really don’t have an agenda.  When I got to the fort, it started raining but luckily it didn’t last long.

    The fort was cool and the views were amazing.  Afterwards, I headed up to the northernmost point in Ireland.  I again was happy for my watch cap as it was pretty windy.  The views were spectacular and it reminded me of Mitzen Head with boggy ground, walk ways, crains, high cliffs, winds, and beautiful rocky coast.

    I spent about an hour there and just marveled at God’s creation.  Seeing such unique beauty is worth the financial sacrifices I’ve made and will continue to make.

    My car is so dirty!  But it seems like a good car and is comfortable.  I’m glad I bought a cheap phone holder that attaches to the vents because when I had my phone connected to the car’s navigation, it didn’t seem happy.  But that might have been because I was ‘roaming’ in Northern Ireland.  We’ll see how it behaves when I’m back in Ireland for good.

    My breakfast this morning was very filling.  Pork sausage and bacon, black pudding, grilled tomato, portobello mushrooms, potato bread and a dome of scrambled eggs.  This paragraph in my travel journal really confused me because I hadn’t been very careful with dates.  I finally figured out the breakfast was at my Londonderry hotel before I checked out.

    After I was done at the cliffs, I drove to Londonderry and checked in.  My hotel is within the city walls and is quite lovely (The Shipquay Hotel – I highly recommend it).  After I got settled, I went to explore and walked along the wall and enjoyed the views.  I wanted to eat and saw a pub that served food.  I walked over to it and to my delight they had Smithwicks on tap.  I promptly ordered one as well as the Steak and Guinness Pie with mashed potatoes and mushy peas.  It was amazing!  So so good and probably the best meal I had.  (The pub was called the Bentley Bar).

    After enjoying my dinner, I headed back to the hotel and took a quick shower.  Because I got up at sunrise, I wanted to get some sleep and slept very soundly.