Tuesday, Nov 19, 2002

After a pretty good flight, we arrived in Dublin Airport at around 6:00 AM. It was dark and pouring, quite fittingly Irish. About an hour and a half later we had had some breakfast, found our car rental agent, taken a bus all the way to the lot, gotten our car, and we were ready to go!

Danny’s face of incredible excitement (and fear!) at having to now drive on
 the left side of the road during the early-morning Dublin rush hour and in the rain.
Nov. 19, 2002

It wasn’t until mid-morning that it finally hit us that we were in Ireland. The rain cleared up a bit, and we were able to open our windows and drink on the magnificence of the Wicklow Mountains in the distance as we drove south.

Early in the afternoon we arrived in the medieval town of Kilkenny. This was such a cute little place, even with all the rain (yes, it started once more). Our B&B host had notified us that she was going to be out for the day (doctor’s appointment), so we decided to go into town and walk around.

We decided that Kilkenny itself was going to be our sight to see for the day, so we simply wandered up and down the streets, taking a break to have a lunch of tomato and Dubliner cheese sandwhiches. Yum! Kilkenny is beautiful; medieval and quaint, it seemed magical in the mid-afternoon mist. That was our first taste of the magic of Ireland.

We made it back to our B&B, the Hillgrove, settled in and took a 2 1/2-hour nap. By the time we woke up it was 5:30 p.m. and it was dark as midnight! We had forgotten that, being so far north, the days were really short. Undaunted, we went to town to a place recommended by our host, Mrs. Drennan, a place called Kyteler’s Inn, a 14th century inn in the middle of town, once belonging to a woman named Alice Kyteler who had been accused of witchcraft and fled town only to have her maid go to the stake for her. Wonderful history and great food, too!

Yvette & Danny inside Kyteler’s Inn.
Nov. 19, 2002

Yvette outside Kyteler’s Inn.
Nov. 19, 2002

After dinner we went walking around Kilkenny, eventually going to a pub almost at the edge of the town proper called “The Pump House”, where we had some pints of cider and beer. Seeing as how tired we were from the flight and the last few days leading up to, and then the wedding, we decided to go back and go to sleep.

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