The girls were excited for weeks about our trip to the west of Ireland (the Burren). ORBJ told everyone at her daycare: "I'm going to the West of Ireland!"
However, the trip almost got off to a terrible start. I left the house around 4:15, picked up the girls, and got stuck in traffic on the way to a suburban train station (where we picked up LBJ). The girls were happy looking at books and chatting in the back. Then, FABJ says "my tummy doesn't feel well." I ask if she feels like she might throw up, and she said yes.
Suddenly, I had flashbacks to a trip to France a couple of years back when FABJ threw up all over the back of the rental car.
So I frantically try to figure out what to do. Stopping wasn't really an option in stop-and-go traffic on the motorway. Finally, I figure that I can use one of the containers of our snack (apples). So I empty them all into one container (and a few on the passenger seat) and hand the container back to FABJ. At which point I hear her ... well, you know what. Then she felt fine and the car was fine (except for the snack container, that is).
We picked up LBJ easily and started on our way. We had a hard time finding a dinner restaurant - the nice place LBJ found on the web was closed. So we ended up at a take-out pizzeria (with a couple of stools) in Moate. But the pizza was tasty and the girls were well behaved. The rain was steady, but otherwise it was an uneventful three hour drive to our rental. It had beautiful scenery and good value, albeit a bit isolated.
We woke up to sunshine and wind, so we were off to explore the local Fanore beach. Here are some photos. More next time:
However, the trip almost got off to a terrible start. I left the house around 4:15, picked up the girls, and got stuck in traffic on the way to a suburban train station (where we picked up LBJ). The girls were happy looking at books and chatting in the back. Then, FABJ says "my tummy doesn't feel well." I ask if she feels like she might throw up, and she said yes.
Suddenly, I had flashbacks to a trip to France a couple of years back when FABJ threw up all over the back of the rental car.
So I frantically try to figure out what to do. Stopping wasn't really an option in stop-and-go traffic on the motorway. Finally, I figure that I can use one of the containers of our snack (apples). So I empty them all into one container (and a few on the passenger seat) and hand the container back to FABJ. At which point I hear her ... well, you know what. Then she felt fine and the car was fine (except for the snack container, that is).
We picked up LBJ easily and started on our way. We had a hard time finding a dinner restaurant - the nice place LBJ found on the web was closed. So we ended up at a take-out pizzeria (with a couple of stools) in Moate. But the pizza was tasty and the girls were well behaved. The rain was steady, but otherwise it was an uneventful three hour drive to our rental. It had beautiful scenery and good value, albeit a bit isolated.
We woke up to sunshine and wind, so we were off to explore the local Fanore beach. Here are some photos. More next time:
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| Who cares about gale force winds - it's a beach! |
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| Dancing on the beach |
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| Crazy surfers in Fanore |
I'm sorry - hats and gloves are simply not what one wears to the beach! :)
ReplyDeleteSorry about Granny. pass along our sympathies please.