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Published: August 14th 2014
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In Ireland you won't find:
Garbage bins- and yet Ireland is very clean.. but if you are looking to throw away some garbage - keep on looking
Lights in rural homes at night.. as we drove on those dark narrow roads we saw no lights illuminating the homes - maybe they are sitting in a back room or maybe they just go to bed really really early.
Sidewalks- we've come to think that only the very wealthy cities have sidewalks..
Pretzels - I love to see what they have in the junk food section of the supermarkets -i looked and looked but couldn't find pretzels anywhere. when I asked if they sell pretzels the response was:- is that something from Germany? actually I THINK it is.
you will find
donkey's grazing with the horses and sheep! don't ask me why but we would see one donkey amongst the sheep and horses
So Today I went to my first
Bar on a beach! almost like being in California
As we drove home from Sligo I noticed a beach in the not so far distance and without warning I turned right down a little country
road and went through a maze of dirt streets till we finally saw the sign for a beach and bar at the end of the horizon - " the Beach Bar Sligo". Jeff and I had been discussing how ridiculous it would be if during this 11 day trip in Ireland we didn't go into one bar. " I hate drinking" I informed my husband of 30 years "and Im with you anyway so what do I HAVE TO DO IN A BAR.." well as we drove into the parking lot at the edge of the rocky beach I laughed "HEY - We made it to the beach so lets go to the BAR" ... as we sat there drinking our ginger ale in the very warm, dark, and cozy room i realized that basically i was sitting in a man cave!!! Jeff tried to tell me that women go to bars too..yeh i know that !
but i think that the idea of the bar started as a way for men to relive the experience of the cave! So here is a lyric for a pub song that sounds sweet to me😊
It's lonesome away <br style="color:
#000000; font-family: georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;" />from your kindred and allBy the camp fire at night where the wild dingoes call,But there's nothing so lonesome so morbid or drearThan to stand at the bar of a pub with no beer.
sweet dreams
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