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Today’s day began a little stressfully, we found out at the bus stop that we had either missed the first bus or that they started at 6:30am after getting up at 5:30. We ended up taking a taxi after walking to the next bus stop since we didn’t want to be late. Since we got a taxi and ended up getting to our spot early we had time to grab some food at a nearby convenience store. I ended up getting an interesting chocolate twist thing and an orange juice. We passed St. Catherine church where Robert Emmett  lost his life in 1802/3 or somewhere around them. We also passed a number of other places but I didn’t catch all of the names.

 The Plains of Tipperary was where the ancient kings of Munster resided over their dominion, the Rock of Cashel was presented as a gift to the church and became a stronghold of Christain faith. Ireland was a strongly religious place due to the despair felt by many. Cashel’s little neighbor was home to white monks where the bishop brought them to reside. Unique blends of faces reminiscent from the Book of Kells, snakes and other symbols from other parts of the world as well meshed together to create this unique place.Norman invaders thus beat the native Irishmen who weren’t keen on armor. Then came the buildings of normam influence, churches; the Cashell building itself was one of those such relations. The building itself was beautiful, the round tower was rather nice as was the cathedral section.

Southern Ireland was the last place that the Titanic picked up passengers before taking off on its maiden voyage. The other ship that was famous was the Lucitania (spelling) which was torpedoed by a U boat. Cork considers themselves a “rebel” town–apparently they have t-shirts saying ‘rebel’ on them which is interesting. As we got into Cork we had a little more of a political history on Northern Ireland and the Republic of Ireland. We passed the River Lee we saw some people rowing perhaps with a tram or perhaps not.

After the mini flea market we wandered across the river in search of the English market. It took a little bit of extra wandering but we eventually found it and saw some but didn’t purchase. There were tempting chocolates though which is probably one of my main food groups unfortunately, or fortunately. After the little time spent at the English market we wandered back to the bus with just a little time to spare before we headed to the Blarney Castle not too far away!  I’ll leave off with this story of the stone; its said that if you kiss the stone you get the gift of gab or that it was the stone that kings were crowned on or something to that effect, I’ve got some fact checking to do and sleep to catch up on! Until tomorrow, and tales of Blarney Castle & Gardens to come!