Pictures tell the story part 2…Kate and Mom’s travels

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Kate’s pictures of our Journey to Buncrana….she is the master photographer/selfie taker!!!

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OK, one beer on an empty stomach, driving on the left side of the road and parking on the left side of the. I maybe could have gotten a wee bit closer….next time

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Please can I have a wee piece of something wonderful on top of this table….

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Thank you very much, that was lovely, may I have more…..

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Sharing the small front seat with Kate, Rory in the back and a console, ouch!

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Shoot the Crows in Sligo, a small pub with a lively crowd. On Wednesday evening the group called ‘No Crows’ performs. They weave a magical spell of artistry with their instruments. All classically trained, with an ability to read the minds of their muscial mates. Waiting for the Tide is their latest CD to be released May 24, I am patiently waiting to buy it!

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Leo telling me something about the band mates, and me, listening intently…aye…no bother…

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Leo, went above and beyond taking Kate and I to the pub to hear ‘No Crows’ and have a pint or two. Our designated driver, as Leo says ‘no bother’.

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Irish Coffee….nothing like it!

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A daughter is the happy memories of the past, the joyful moments of the present, and the hope and promise of the future. ~Author Unknown

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I think this is my favorite of Kate’s photos. It almost looks 3D.

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A daughter is a little girl who grows up to be a friend. ~Author Unknown

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No better place for a lovely bite to eat, a cuppa tea and a view.

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Mom’s pictures:

 

Now, my view on the same journey….for some reason, you have to place the mouse over the pictures to see the captions.  I tried and tried to change it, but unlike the little engine that could…..I couldn’t and just said ‘FECK IT’!

Buncrana. ….

We will come again, so long for now, it was nice being back!

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We had a lovely stay in Buncrana,  unfortunately the Easter weekend put a damper on talking to the parish secretary, but we have an email contact and a phone book. (The phone book was acquired legally!) We talked to everyone we met, asking about McDevitt’s and Mc Daid’s. We have some leads. We also met an interesting, rather scary drunk man named Dennis McLaughlin. He offered to introduce us to our relatives, he also told us he was the son of God.  It was a tough decision, but we opted to go back to the hotel and lock our door!

Next time….hopefully we could arrange a McDevitt get together! (Maybe without Dennis! )

Kate and I loaded up our faithful little red Ford and made our way towards Dublin,  via the Newgrange Megalithic passage tomb. We got there just in time to miss the last tour  😦  , next time. We did get to see it from a distance and read about it. All the time saying, Leo would be the best guide for this!

When we left Newgrange, driving along, we were struck by a color so stunning ….

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We were so use to the green, the yellow was breathtaking.  Cars stopped just like we did to take in the view, and hope the pictures would do it justice.
Expect great things in simple places, thanks Joe.

We were always on the lookout for anything. We stopped at a cemetery where Agnes Jones, nurse to Florence Nightingale was buried. We actually just happened upon it. Old graves, the writing blurred by time, reminiscing about a life, a father, mother, child, or beloved.

We made it back to Dublin in great time. Returned our little red car. Then checked into our hotel for our last night.

Kate and I shared a wonderful dinner and dessert. Too tired to shop, we return to our room, slipped on our hotel provided robes, and relaxed. Early day tomorrow,  to the airport and back to the states. 

This has been the trip of a lifetime, I’m grateful to all of you for enjoying this with me. It’s been a lovely journey.

Til next time……..