We awoke in Dublin, had breakfast (Katie had another fried breakfast - I had cereal - I am nearly meated out), then we said goodbye to the Chilean and our Romanian/Irish host, and we were on our way.
Our first stop was Powerscourt - this was a spectacular estate and garden. We were amongst old cars - both American and European. The gardens were similar to Versailles.
Next stop: Glendalogh. This is 6th century monastic settlement - ruins abound. St. Kevin sure did know his scenery.
Then we had lunch in Avoca - which means the meeting of the waters. We sat with a nice couple in their late-sixties - he is British and she is Irish. They live in England and, I got the news directly: she wins all their arguments. The restaurant had music outside and Gaelic Football inside - it was a strong match between Dublin and Cork - I don't know who won.
Then it was a beautiful, speedy and serpentine drive through hallowed forests and pristine farm country. We made several stops for sheep-time.
Then we arrived at Wexford - a sleepy fishing village on a Sunday. Our B&B is Killiane Castle and Farmhouse - with horse, sheep, hens and cows. The host was a tad confused that I'd selected a room with one double instead of two singles. ;-) It is picturesque and I've been awarded Girlfriend of the Year for finding and booking it. Katie fed the hens who chose to peck at her finger, probably thinking it was a grub - they were disinterested in the grasses she'd carefully picked.
Dinner was at an Italian restaurant in Wexford township - we split a meal... twice. We ordered the Penne Casa and finished it in record time. It was so good we ordered another plate of it. Then we finished off with the sticky toffee pudding - oh my oh my.
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