But Call Me Betsy

These are courtesy of Instagram. I didn't use my phone as much as my camera, in large part because I was on the wireless plan to avoid additional costs and there wasn't always a signal. Also, I can of prefer an actual camera to the phone. It feels more authentic. Here are the remaining photos. Dan has some too, but neither one of us can figure out how to get them off his phone to my email. These are pretty much in no particular order and/or backwards from  a chronological perspective of the trip. Dan in the bathroom at the Butler in Kilkenny, filling up the electric tea kettle. Breakfast was included in the cost of the hotel, and had a hot and cold portion. Here is where Dan fell off his no-gluten diet and at an entire raisin scone with jelly (pictured in background) In one of the rooms--not sure why Dan has made the puffer fish face. The back of the cabbie's head from the Manchester Airport into the city. Tea and poppyseed banana cake with white c...

I'm sure there is an easier way to post these pictures, but I am not able to download the program I need for the compatible photo platform, so you'll just have to bear with me on this long scroll down. On our way. It's the 3 PM train from NJ Transit line from Trenton to Newark. Luggage takes a full seat. That's my giant suitcase, stuffed with skirts I never wore. On the plane to Dublin. Still on our way. Seamus was there to greet us at 7 AM. Here is the second bedroom where we slept. Front door of Carrie and Padhraig's digs. A child actor lives below them. He's grown now and still an actor, but very disgruntled. We didn't ge tto meet him. Padhraig against stick fence. Exterior of the church where Seamus will be baptized. Rubbish in the waterway. It was mostly cans of beer. No bicycles allowed to cross at this time. Map of the park. No Scottie dogs allowed on premises. Here we are at Trini...