Glue gun love!

I was recently introduced to Pinterest.com, and my new obsession with DIY Christmas decorations soon followed. I'm not joking...

Crafting accessories!

I first saw a cute wall decoration made out of wine corks that I decided would be perfect for my planned "wall o' stuff." (I'm planning to make a "Pottery Barn" collage wall in my den) I have been saving wine corks for years, but had no idea what to do with them. Perfect! So late one Sunday night - it was really about 6:30pm, but I felt like it was later:) - I ran to Michaels to pick up the necessities. I left there with a mini glue gun and 50 sticks of glue, a wooden letter "M", some twine, and wrapping paper (couldn't resist!). After spreading out my painting sheet on the floor of the den, I set out all my crafting accessories and got to work. The letter was white, so I first painted it blue and stained it. After everything was dried and polyurethaned (to take the stickiness away), I started glueing! So much fun... It was actually a really easy process. I had to do a little planning to get the corks to fit onto the letter, and I had to make an emergency run to my friend Dani Ray's house to get more corks, but about an hour after I started, the project was complete! Here's a pic...

Flush with overwhelming feelings of accomplishment, I turned my attention to the next Pinterest DIY craft that caught my eye... a no-sew Christmas tree skirt. It looked beautiful! And as long as I didn't have to sew, I figured I could do it. After 2-3 trips to Walmart, Michaels, and Joann's for fabric, a painter's canvas dropcloth, MORE glue sticks, iron-on fabric glue, ribbon, and no-fray glue, I was ready to start my next crafting adventure! 50+ glue sticks, 3 dull pairs of scissors, and 5+ hours later, I was FINALLY finished... I don't think my back will ever be the same. Those 5 hours were spent crouched on my hands and knees, painstakingly glueing 2 inch strips of fabric onto the painter's canvas. I have to say that I love the final product, though:)

I STILL have blisters on my fingertips from this dang project...

And lastly, I needed some stockings to hang on the mantle! Again, I was perusing Pinterest (it's of the devil...) and saw some precious burlap stockings that I thought I might could make. Again, I do NOT sew, so I knew I would have to make them with my new favorite toy - my hot glue gun! I just looked at some pics online and kinda threw the stockings together. I tried to iron a liner inside the burlap first - the iron-on glue didn't really hold, so I just put hot glue dots and stuck it together. Then I glued the edges of the burlap together really tightly and added a little ruffle on the top with my leftover fabric from the tree skirt. I was pretty impressed with myself! They actually look like stockings! Can't wait to decorate for Christmas!

Now I just have to find someone to put goodies in these things!

I'm thankful for...

Today I'm thankful for my amazing family!

From left: Allen, Jack, Witt, Terra, Daddy, Mama, Cade, Me!

I'm just a girl with an oil filter...

I have been horrified by the price I pay each time I go to the quick lube to get my Jeep's oil changed. So, after 2-3 years of steaming at the ears every 5,000 miles, I decided to learn to change my own oil! I first sat down to make a list of "oil change accessories."

The list included the following:

• an oil pan
• a funnel
• an oil filter
• oil
• one of those wrench thingies to get the oil filter on and off
• gloves (no grease under the fingernails for me)
• an old rag 

My first stop? Autozone! Or was it Advance Auto Parts? I can't remember... Anyway, after I declined to buy a lovely gold necklace from the man in the parking lot (I was up on Summer Avenue - interesting people shop there), I entered "no woman's land". I wandered up and down each of the aisles acting like I belonged before approaching a salesman and begging for his help. His name was Shakeem, but his coworkers called him "Shak." Shak had a long braided ponytail that reached halfway down his shoulder blades, but the hair only came from a small area at the base of his head. The rest of his head was bald as a newborn. In a voice sounding like James Earl Jones, Shak asked how he could help. "I'm planning to change the oil in my Jeep for the first time and need all the oil changing accessories," I brightly replied. Bless his heart. Shak gave a little laugh, pulled up the info on his computer, and I walked out of the store 10 minutes later with everything I needed for a successful oil change!

I had had a few conversations with my daddy and with Kathryn (my friend mentioned in earlier blogs) about the process of oil-changing... so I felt like I knew what I was doing. I got home, unloaded my new accessories, placed the accessories strategically around my Jeep, and crawled under the vehicle. I had picked out my outfit with oil-changing in mind, so I was able to easily brush the dirt from my camouflage shorts as I soon crawled out from under the Jeep. I called my daddy to ask where the oil drum was, for I couldn't find the place where the oil would drip out! He was helpful and told me "just go somewhere to get the oil changed, Meagan". Well, I couldn't stop now - I had bought all the accessories AND picked out my oil-changing outfit! So if Daddy isn't there to give me the answers, whom else should I ask for guidance? Well, the answer was obvious... YouTube!  I ran inside and searched "how to change the oil in a Jeep" on the website. A few seconds later I was learning everything I needed to know from Billy Bob and his 1986 Jeep Wrangler... I watched the entire 8 minute video then went back outside, my confidence restored. I slid back under my Jeep only to realize the bolt was screwed too tightly for me to get off without a socket wrench. So I ran next door and asked my neighbor, Jim, if I could borrow his wrench. He immediately got a worried look on his face and politely asked what I was doing... I explained the oil change, YouTube, etc, and he told me to come get him if I had any problems as he handed over the wrench set:)

See? Oil on my fingers! I'm legit.

Once I had all my equipment, the actual oil changing process was pretty easy! I made a little bit of a mess, had a couple of hiccups to conquer (like when the oil filter wrench got stuck on the filter or when the oil missed the pan when draining), but the operation was a success! I felt like a winner! The feeling of accomplishment was quickly dimmed when I looked around at the mess I had to clean up. Oh, well.

So now my Jeep is running as smoothly as silk. And whose fault is that? Mine! Whoop, whoop!

Some Irish randomness...

  So, Kathryn and I met all of our "Ireland objectives" except for a couple. We did NOT visit 30 or more pubs... at last count, I think we went to about 20. Which is pretty impressive considering we were there for less than 2 weeks! And Kathryn did not learn to drive a stick shift. After numerous discussions, we decided that an empty parking lot would be a better learning arena for her versus a narrow, two-way, winding road where she would be driving on the wrong side of the road... I know the Irish folks thank us for that decision.

Kat did a lot of "shooting from the belly" on the trip

Some favorite quotes from the trip:

"I mean, that's better than Dave Matthews." - Kat at the Temple Bar

Kathryn doing "work" in Ireland

"I found the handicapped bathroom... there were more rails in there than at a baseball stadium!" - Meagan at the Temple Bar

"It's a brown one." - cashier as I was frantically looking for a 5 cent piece (I had about a pound of change in my wallet)

"Oooo... that's pretty." - said 20+ times a day while driving

"If you'd quit taking pictures and walk, we might get there." - Meagan to Kathryn

"Rocks are boring." - Kathryn (but she had probably taken about 50 pictures of rocks before this quote)

Up close and personal with the sheep:)

"Go USA!" - Meagan upon seeing the bald eagle in Westport

"May I borrow your hairbrush?" - random roommates from Argentina (or were they French?)

Meagan upon reaching the top of Croagh Patrick: "Kathryn, is there anyone you would like to thank?"
Kathryn: "JESUS!"

"Oh, Lord have mercy..." - Meagan while driving up a cliff on a single-lane road with 2 lanes of traffic

"Scuse me, sir... I didn't mean to holler in your ear!" - Kathryn (those Irishmen didn't know what to think)

"You know what that means - I'm faster than the wind!" - Meagan after chasing down the runaway trashbag

"I'm sorry, what?" & "I have a hard time understanding your accent." - Kathryn and Meagan several times a day

Ride 'em, cowboy!

Wait! Make sure you get my good side...

And lastly... some questions for Ireland for Google - most of these were asked while we were driving through the countryside:)

1) Do squirrels live in Ireland?

Right before our bike ride became horrendous really tiring

 ti2) What is heather?
3) Do Irish men wear wedding bands?
4) Why is it "soda bread"?
5) Pound to dollar exchange rate
6) What are "cockles"?
7) Why do Irish folks drive on the other side of the road?
8) Cow gestation, labor and delivery information
9) Bourbon versus whiskey
10) "Bally-" means what? (several town names start with this prefix)

Ireland at its finest!

Last few days of Irish fun...

Antrim Coast to ??? to Dublin, August 11-13

Kathryn and I drove away from Portrush in the rain this morning. We followed the coast the majority of the day - what a beautiful part of the country! We were trying to fix it where we arrived in Dublin with little to no gas, so we were purchasing just a few euros of gas at a time. The conversion of gas from gallons to liters AND the euros/pounds/dollars thing really messed us up. So we stopped once but the guy at the station only put half of the amount of gas that we asked... we drove a few miles down the road and stopped AGAIN to get a few more euros worth of gas. I think we ended up stopping 2-3 more times before we got to Dublin to "top off" Rooster's tank:) We drove until early afternoon then started looking for a place to stay. Kathryn had to stop for another "side of the road" bathroom break; I was trying to get her to wait for a town, but she was insistent. As we drove down tiny little one lane roads looking for a good place to stop, we passed a field with a couple of horses grazing in it. I. Love. Horses. Especially Irish horses:) Since Kat got to stop to tinkle, I made her wait while I hopped out of the car and loved on the horses. It was a lovely moment for me.

My Irish loves...

We made it to Newry, which was a town just north of the border between the Republic and Northern Ireland. It was too big (we didn't like the big towns!), so we headed on down the river. We ended up finding a cheap B&B in some little port town (don't ask me the name...). We hung out in our room for a bit, then left to explore the town. We immediately found a parking space and walked the entire perimeter of the town in approximately 20-30 minutes. It was a small town. After our short exploration, Kat and I made it an early evening and were both asleep by 10pm...

Watch out for Granny!

The next morning we woke up and went up the stairs for breakfast... we FINALLY ate Irish pudding! Irish pudding is really a blood sausage, and many of the Irish folks we had met told us that we needed to try it. We both were a bit skeptical - it sounded really gross. However, it was pretty good; we decided it just tasted like a soft piece of sausage. After breakfast we loaded up Rooster and headed back to Dublin! We were determined to NOT get on a toll road, but most roads leading to Dublin turned to tolls close to the city. As a result, we probably took an extra 2 hours to get to Dublin... but Kat and her brilliant navigating got us into the city without paying a cent (of course, we probably spent double what the toll would cost on extra gas). Kat made me stop just before we reached the city so that we could try to buff out the "scratch" on Rooster's bumper. Remember that little fender bender? Anyway, we pulled off the highway into the parking lot of a small gas station. Then we proceeded to try to rub off the scratch with our fingers. I think I lost some skin. Turned out the scratch was too deep, and the outer black plastic was scratched off to reveal the white plastic bumper. So what did Kathryn want to do? She wanted to find a black permanent marker and color in the section of the bumper where the paint was scraped off. Like THAT wouldn't be obvious... Surely the rental agency wouldn't notice THAT?! Thankfully, I was able to talk her out of her Sharpie idea...

We made it back to Dublin without incident. Pulled into the car rental place running on fumes (mission accomplished!) and tried to park in a dark spot so that Rooster's "slight scratch" wouldn't be noticed. Kat and I had talked about how they were probably going to make us pay the deductible to fix the scratch... we were going to go broke... this was going to be awful... We went inside and the rental agency clerk ran outside to go over the car. I was expecting a time-consuming, going-over-the-car-with-a-magnifying-glass type of process, but she came back in the office after 2 minutes or so and said "it all looks good to me, thank you!" We bolted out of the office and put as much distance between us and that clerk as we could before she went back out and found Rooster's scratch! Praise Jesus!

Kat and one of our new friends:) Cute, huh?

Since we had already walked through Dublin for a couple of days at the beginning of the trip, we hit all the souvenir shops on Grafton Street and each picked up cheesy "happys" for our families. One last hoo-rah? Kat and I visited the National Museum of Archaeology where we saw lots of old stuff made by old Irish and Viking tribes. It was fairly interesting, but we both don't have much patience for that kind of stuff. It was early in the evening, and we had an early flight the next morning so we decided to "just stop for a quick pint" on the way back to the hostel. Our quick pint turned into several when we met a group of men who were warming up for an open water swimming race the next day. Before the night was over, we sang Irish songs, drank Irish beer, danced Irish jigs, and flirted with Irish men... it was the perfect evening to finish out our amazing trip!

 

 This is a little video I took of Kat trying to enter our hostel room the last night of the trip... Kinda funny:)

8/10/11, Antrim Coast

At Giant's Causeway... hanging on for dear life!

We woke up this morning and went down for a lovely breakfast at our B&B, Ardenlee B&B (thanks, Rick). Kat and I left for the Antrim Coast and arrived at the Giant's Causeway around about 10 minutes after we left Portrush (was only 7 km from our B&B). We walked 1-1.5 km from the parking lot to the actual rock formations along a really cool shoreline path. On the way, we had to stop for the staff to clear off debris from a rockslide that had happened the night before. Those Irishmen know how to handle a tractor:) Since we were walking along the base of some sheer cliffs, the very real threat of rockslides made us a little nervous as we continued on to the main event... The weather was overcast but with a little blue sky, and the wind was blowing crazy hard. Giant's Causeway... so bizarre.

 The area was a lot smaller than I thought it would be - the entire area of the rock formations was probably the size of half a football field. I found it very strange that out of the entire world, this tiny area was home to such a phenomenon... Scientists hypothesize that the columns are hardened volcanic rock, and some property of the lava caused it to solidify into hexagonal columns. It was so strange. It reminded me of honeycombs... perfect hexagons of stone fitted perfectly together. Why this one spot in the world? We wondered and wandered and took pics for about 2 hours, then we headed up the road about 4-5 km to Carrick-a-Rede, the rope bridge.

Self-timer shots with the Giant's Boot! Kat cheated death to get these shots.

"I'm not looking down!"

The bridge has been hung each April-September since the mid-late 1800s to help salmon fishermen catch fish. It was just what we were hoping... the bridge was narrow, high, and rickety:) A lot of folks were a bit skittish when crossing, but I had my video camera out, and Kat was yelling and taking pictures the whole time... she fit right in with the tour bus of Asian tourists that were crossing with us. We took a bit of time to explore the tiny island after crossing the bridge and saw some amazing scenery. The island was about the size of my parents' front yard. We were tripping over other tourists, and Kathryn kept telling me to stay away from the edge... she was starting to sound like my mama:) The water was the same blue as the Caribbean - but you usually don't deal with 40mph wind gusts in the Caribbean! Right at the time we were at the bridge, we had the only bright sunshine of the day. The entire place was indescribably beautiful...

You would not believe how narrow those stairs were!

 We went to a little picnic spot that Rick had mentioned for a snack of Nutella and biscuits. It was so windy my water bottle (which was full) kept blowing away... no lie. So we stayed there about 3 minutes and decided to eat our snack in Rooster while driving to the Bushmills whiskey distillery. Once we were there, we bought tickets for a tour which was really enlightening... Our guide walked us through the distillery and explained how Irish whiskey is made. They had just started up production after a 5 week break in the summer for maintenance, cleaning, etc... so we got to see the place at full steam. Apparently whiskey-making is quite the art. One cool fact - they use only seasoned oak casks for the maturation of Bushmills whiskey, and they have 4 suppliers - some type of Spanish sherry, some kind of Portuguese port, a wine I can't remember, and Kentucky bourbon (Wild Turkey and Jim Beam)! So here we are, ambling through the distillery with our group of 10 or so folks from all over the world. I'm straining to hear what our guide was saying (I have trouble with the accents, have I mentioned that?), and suddenly I hear her mention "Jim Beam." Then a ear-splitting "Ow-OUW!" comes from the back of the group... I turn to see - who else? - Kathryn fist-pumping and grinning from ear to ear. Then, to make matters worse, she yells, "Jim! That's my man!" Heavens. You can't take that girl anywhere... Thankfully, the whiskey barrel station was near the end of the tour. Once it finished, we were given free drink vouchers to taste some Bushmills whiskey. Problem? I hate whiskey. So I ordered a hot toddy and pretended to enjoy it so Kathryn wouldn't think I was a sissy.

Slainte!

I was cringing inside...

Kathryn and I finally dragged ourselves away from Bushmills, returned to the B&B by 5pm, then took a 2 hour nap. Lovely:)

I. Love. Ireland.

What I saw the entire trip...

Where's Meagan?

A cow named Tennessee.

Tuesday, 8/9/11, Letterkenny to Portrush

At Malin Head, the northernmost tip of Ireland

Go, Rooster, Go!

Today might have been my very favorite day of the trip. Seriously... We woke up to Maureen cooking us a full Irish breakfast; this included cereal, soda bread, fresh fruit, bacon, eggs, sausage, toast, and REAL coffee! As we were eating, we asked Maureen what we should see as we made our way into Northern Ireland - she told us to drive to Malin Head. A couple from Seattle were sitting next to us, and they both agreed with Maureen. Those two folks had been biking (as in, pedaling) around Ireland for the past 2 weeks (we were ashamed to tell them about our horrific biking trip around Dingle). Anyway, the man claimed they had been to the most scenic point in Ireland on Malin Head. Well, we couldn't miss that, right?!  Malin Head is a peninsula that is circled by a tiny road that takes you to the northernmost tip of Ireland. The cyclist's directions were something like, "drive until you get the cemetery then turn... the pull off is just past the old tree." No problem, Seattle-man... we have impeccable senses of direction. We soon found ourselves on a single lane road in the middle of nowhere... first we came upon an incredibly remote, beautiful beach where a sheep dog herded Rooster into a parking spot. We stopped for some pictures and I walked down to the frigid water to put my toes in. We kept looking for the cemetery, because surely this wasn't the spot. It was beautiful, but not the best spot we had seen.  As we were searching for the cemetery, we kept seeing Gaelic signs with '100' on them. You should have heard our conversations about those signs... "100 miles?" "100 windmills?" "100 people died at this point?" "You think you can see 100 km in each direction from there?" "Maybe '100' means something else in Gaelic?" Remember that we were the two who, on a roadtrip several years ago, decided that MB Church meant "Methodist Baptist" church... makes perfect sense!

Farmer Paddy drove up to this...

Anyway, we passed some black and white cows - mental note (Kathryn had it in her head to take a close up picture of a black and white cow on a green hill sometime during the trip) -  and some farmers Saran-wrapping hay bales (we had wondered about that). We made it up to the car park at the overlook and the view was incredible. Seattle man had not exaggerated. You could see for miles... everything from water to beaches to rocks to mountains to rolling pastures. We both took some pictures then headed back down the way we came. We stopped for a few moments to watch how the hay bales were Saran-wrapped, then stopped again to see the cow. I kept the car running, just pulled off on the side of the road while Kathryn opened her door and stood up on the car to take some pics of "Bessie." I found myself mooing at the cow, and would laugh when she moo-ed back! As we were laughing, we realized she was not mooing to say hello, the cow was in labor!

Poor Bessie...

Kathryn then climbed up on the hood of the car to get some close-ups, and I moved closer to the fence to give Bessie some moral support. We were freaking out! Just at that moment, the farmer pulled up in his little tiny car, and we greeted him with , "SIR, YOUR COW IS HAVING A BABY!" He looked at us strangely and muttered something that sounded like "Yeah" (again, we have problems with the accents). Kathryn then climbed off the car, and we had a lovely conversation with Farmer Paddy (that's what we called him) about cows, the miracle of birth, Saran-wrapping hay bales ("Ah, that's the McFadden boys down the road... it costs an extra 12 euro to wrap those bales."), and our ignorance of farming. He told us to come back anytime and he would teach us how to farm.  Anyway, when we found out Bessie would take 3 hours minimum to have that baby cow, we knew we couldn't stick around for the baby's arrival. But Farmer Paddy promised to name the calf after us once it was born - Tennessee! There is a baby cow in Ireland named after Meagan Moody and Kathryn Spencer. Farmer Paddy also told us that we needed to go back up to the scenic point on top the mountain and continue on from there... So we left the farmer, Bessie, and little Tennessee, and drove back up the mountain. The weather was PERFECT on this day. Sunny, warm, fluffy clouds in the sky... we never figures out what that "100" meant, but think it was referring to the scenic overlook.

Kat suggested a less ladylike pose...

We ate more Nutella and biscuits while on the road to Derry and crossed the border into Northern Ireland without even realizing it... Moment like our arrival into Derry made me realize that our trip must be God-divined... As we entered Derry, we were stressing about navigating the city (this was our first REAL city since Dublin) to find parking; we knew we needed to find an ATM quickly because we only had euros in our purses, and we both had to go to the bathroom really badly! So Kat found us a parking garage easy-peasy - we pulled into an open spot right as we entered, walked out of the parking garage and the first thing we saw was a women's public restroom with an ATM right next to it! If that's not a sign from God, I don't know what is:)  Kathryn and I spent about 2 hours in Derry walking the perimeter of the city center atop the old medieval city wall. Derry is one of the only cities in Europe whose entire city wall is still intact... We took some pics, watched some little girls Irish dancing, stopped for Lucozades, and left town!

Our breakfast nook:)

 We got to Portrush and fell in love. We immediately found a great B&B on the harbor side of the town and set off exploring. Portrush is an old, kinda rundown beach resort town that is actually surrounded by water on 3 sides of town. There were two large stretches of beach within walking distance of our B&B, and we watched the kids surfing and body boarding for a long time before trying to find some music for the evening. We were there on a Tuesday night, so much was not happening in town:) However, in every other town we had visited, good music was always available to hear on ANY night of the week. We sauntered into the pub to see 8-10 grown men sitting in a circle all playing acoustic guitars. We listened for a while, hooting and hollering when they played some Lynrd Skynrd, but mentioned to each other that the guys weren't very good... We later found out that one of the guys (who was originally from New Jersey) was the other guys' guitar teacher, and he and the REAL band were going to be starting later... so we met some new friends, one being a 70-something year old British guy named Ian who was a brilliant harmonica player. We had the best time! The band kept playing songs for the "girls from Tennessee", and Ian and BJ (another older gentleman who took lessons from Jersey) kept us entertained with stories all night long.

Me, BJ, precious Ian, and Kat!

It was just another randomly wonderful day in Ireland:)

Nutella Love...

Monday, 8/8/11, Westport to Letterkenny

See me, Mama?! I'm at the castle with Rooster!

What a long, fun day! We were up early (with our 16 roommates) and out of Westport by 8:30 am (I was afraid we had parked illegally overnight). We stopped at a store for food, and made our most valuable purchase of the trip - a jar of Nutella.  Our first adventure of the day occurred mid-morning when Kat spotted a castle WAY off to our left, and we went off-route to find it.  We ended up in a tiny beach town named... nevermind - that town wasn't on our map. We drove a little loop around the head of a peninsula and found out the "castle" was a private residence with a HUGE gate and a guardhouse... I bet the president lives there.  Kat hopped out and got a few good shots of cows, scenery, and Rooster (imagine).

Don't do it! Think of the ewes you're leaving behind!

Kathryn and I made it to Donegal town where we ate our first REAL restaurant meal of the trip (it wasn't a pub, JUST a restaurant!). We stopped at the tourist office to check on accommodations in Letterkenny via the World Wide Web. We quickly found a place to stay (they charge by the minute for Internet) and booked it. Toured the town - took about 15 minutes - and went to find the Slieve League cliffs. A guide book I had read called it the Grand Canyon of Ireland. The cliffs drop from 1920 ft to the Atlantic. We drove up this horrendously narrow, switchbacked road and ended at a car park. The road continued, but a gate blocked our way. We were a bit sore from our mountain experience the day before, so we thought a little jaunt up the road to the cliffs would help us work out the kinks... about 1-1.5 miles later we FINALLY arrived at a 2nd car park that overlooked the cliffs... SERIOUSLY?! Why did someone close that gate?! Oh, well... It was good for our heart. Kat chased some more sheep and even sent one running off the edge of the cliff! Not to worry, he survived - AND she got some good "sheep shots" out of the adventure. The wind was tremendous, but it was a beautiful detour.  As we left that town, we saw a sign for a beach and felt the urge to check it out. It was at the end of a little road and the sand stretched about 1/4 mile from the road to the water. No joke. As we walked onto the beach, a car passed us - you wouldn't believe how excited we got! I ran back to the car park to bring ol' Rooster onto the beach for a photo shoot! He handled that sand like a dream... I imagine if a car could smile, Rooster was grinning from ear to ear. As Kat was positioning the camera for yet another self-timer shot, a piece of trash blew out of the car and went tumbling down the beach. I knew that we could NOT leave Ireland as "litterers", so I took off in a dead sprint to catch the trash. Did I mention the wind was blowing approximately 50 miles per hour?! I finally caught up to the dang bag 200 yards down the beach (felt like 3 miles) while Kathryn laughed and took pictures (all the while sitting in one place). I could deduce only one fact from my heroic venture... I am faster than the wind. We had a hilarious photo shoot with Rooster - no telling what all the other folks on the beach were thinking:)

 

 Greatest discovery of the trip - Nutella and biscuits. We bought a sleeve of "biscuits" at the petrol station (we were hoping they were cookies, not crackers - only took us a full 5 minutes of debating to decide on the biscuits) and ate nutella smeared onto the cookies for the rest of the trip. Delicious!  After this lovely discovery, we drove towards the northwestern tip of County Donegal. County Donegal is known as the least populated and least civilized part of the country. We left the highway on a county road to drive the coastline to the Bloody Foreland - some red granite cliffs... We were the only ones on the road and suddenly our way was blocked by 10-15 sheep! Love! Kat quickly leaped out of the car and proceeded to run after the sheep to get a good picture... let me repeat myself in case you missed it - wearing her flip flops, linen pants, and camera around her neck, she ran down the middle of the road after the sheep. Not to worry - I got it on video. It was a favorite moment of the trip for me:)  After Kathryn got her breath back, and I wiped the tears from my eyes, we saw the gorgeous coastline and we headed on towards Letterkenny.

See?! TWO sheets. With ruffles.

        Turn up your volume for the video:)

Once arriving, we had a date with destiny. We had rough directions to our hostel for the night, but despite asking 3-4 cute Irishmen and cruising the neighborhood several times, we could NOT find the place. As a last-ditch effort (we were thinking we may have to sleep in Rooster), we pulled into a small B&B to ask if they knew the location of the place. Mr. Pat had never heard of the place, but he mentioned that they still had a vacancy for the evening. We quickly agreed and Mrs. Maureen came out to show us to our room. It was heaven! There were TWO sheets on each bed, one fitted and one flat; big, fluffy bath towels; a bathroom of our own with little samples of soap and shampoo; and a TV! We thought we had died and gone to heaven. I didn't realize how tired I was of using my little hand towel in the bathroom and how uncomfortable all those bunk beds had been. We heart Maureen.