I’m now safely on the train to Sligo. Landed in Dublin after a long delay in London. Heathrow is ridiculously big. Lots of walking, and re – routing., and change of gates! After stopping at the ATM, pronounced ATM (ha) and getting my euros, I met Derek Jackson. A wonderful taxi driver that tried as hard as he could to get me to take a taxi to Sligo (pronounced Shleego) instead of the train. It would have been extremely entertaining, but 36 euros vs. 280, well, I liked you Derek, and thanks for the lovely chat, one day we’ll meet again, maybe in Meade. I almost forgot to mention that Dereks’ father also was a taxi driver, for 38 years. He had a small picture of his dad right there on the dashboard keeping an eye on his son. My guess is that he would be proud.
Off to meet Leo, my tour guide/farmer, I’m told it will be life changing.
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I am so glad to live vicariously through you!! Have a wonderful time. In your free time, write something witty and funny in the “About” section so that when this blog goes viral, everyone will know something about you! And ride a horse for me!
Wish I could of tagged along. The adventure begins!!!
Happy to hear you got there safely. I’m going to enjoy the blog.
I wish you had brought “stick Susan” with you. She’d have loved it!!!!!
Have a good time. Look forward to hearing your updates.