My Name is Inigo Montoya...Prepare to Die

The thing I missed most while I was in Ireland, aside from a good Napa Valley Chardonnay, was a damn fine cup of coffee (Hat's off to you, Agent Cooper!).  I also learned, that most people, unlike me, enjoy their mornings, and typically don't open their coffee shops until 8 or 9 am.  Who waits that long for coffee...WHO!?

Anyway.  While we were waiting for the coffee shops to open, Prash took me to the place I like to call Irish Stonehenge.  While it's known more famously as Poulnabrone Dolmen...you can see why I give it an easier name.  According to Wikipedia, it's a tomb dating back to the Neolithic period probably between 4200 and 2900 BC.  Pretty, pretty cool.  There was no one else there so it was pretty cool to be able to walk around without dealing with tourists.  Yes, I realize we are tourists.  I made Prash take many pictures standing like this for his mother.  Plus, I just like watching his expressions when it does it.

There were also these Irish cows (I took a lot of cow pictures for my dad...) These cows kept staring at me and it kind of creeped me out.  Like in the Ring 2 when those deer keep staring and all of a sudden attack the car?  Just like that.

By the time we made it back to the town, the convenience store was open and this girl got her coffee!  I mean, Prash got  breakfast roll with blood pudding on it that he was really excited about...but I needed the coffee to compliment the bag of Rice Krispy Treats I ate and didn't share.

After coffee and breakfast, it was time.  The time I had been waiting for.  The time I got to climb the Cliff's and quote Saul Bereson in his younger days.  "My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father.  Prepare to die."  WE WENT TO THE CLIFFS OF MOHER!!

Photos don't do them justice.  You can Google image search until the cows come home (see what I did there?), but these are truly incredible.  On the other side of the cliffs are more cows and sloping hills, you would never believe you're so high above sea level.

Last one, I promise! (look at the coffee, such happiness)

We decided to be extremely dangerous (the sign said so!), and walk on this tiny dirt path right on the edge of the cliffs.  People (I guess?) tend to jump off of them.  Before you go out onto the dirt path, the has a special monument to all those who have lost their lives at the cliffs.  It makes it seem extra dangerous, but it is well worth the views.  

After the cliffs, we were headed off to Dingle, where I hoped to find Dingle Berries, because I really just like saying that.  But I have to backtrack a little bit to explain what happens next.

While in Northern Ireland, I introduced Prash to the slaps game.  One person rests their hands on top of the other persons and tries not to get slapped.  Well, to say that Prash is just the absolute worst at this game would be the understatement of the century.  He was wearing his super tight boy-band pants and thought he would be better if he kneeled.  What we didn't realize at the time, was that Prash got so into the game and trying to find the best position to have lightning-fast reflexes, he tore his pants.  We realized this in the car, so I told him he had to change his pants.  His response, "I couldn't find my other pants, so these are the only ones I brought.  It's okay, no one can see my junk."...Are you kidding me?  So, it was that reason that we were on a quest to find pants, and ended up in Limerick.  Let me tell you, it is not as fun as limericks seem.  Everyone just seems super grouchy there and traffic is a nightmare.  Eventually, we found the man some pants, no one had to see his junk, and we got to go to Dingle!

Dingle is where you can find my favorite B&B.  Doonshean View Bed and Breakfast is the most welcoming place we stayed.  The hostess, Helen was a delight and I pretty much compared everyone else to her for the rest of the trip.  If you're ever in Dingle, GO SEE HELEN!

According to my guidebook, Dingle has the best trad music around.  So, while we were waiting for that, we went to the bay to watch the sunset and enjoy a nice IPA....that's when this happened.Let the record show that it was just really cold, his jacket wasn't cutting it, and the only option seemed to be cramming myself as far into the trunk as I could.  It seemed like a great idea at the time, and I stand by it.

Aside from the good music, that was the end of our day in Dingle!  Join us next time for the Dingle Loop and Driving with Lambs.