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Hey, I'm back!
I'm still a bit hung over from that free beer I got last night, but all is going well now. Sorry Jurak, I couldn't find you last night for the free beers but I hope you are not mad at me now? <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/winkwink.gif" alt="" /> At least I thought of you...
@ Ub
I'm so flattered that you rather hang out with me than going to a football game that I will make you a deal. I will go with you to any footballgame in England and I will pay for everything, hotdog, coke and I will get a signature from your favo football player! How is that??
Ok, what is the deal with that beautiful limestone house? Is it for sale? I'm very interested, I hope the price is reasonable?
And BTW, where is Janggut, I hope we didn't lose him on the way!!
If you guys don't mind, I found us a great restaurant " Taylors Three Rock". The Farmhouse Bar is the cosy local bar at Taylors.
The authentic traditional Irish pub oozes atmosphere and craic seven nights a week. Sit by the open fire and enjoy lunch or an evening meal while taking in the live music (Thurs-Sun) in the background. And we can go see "The Famous Taylors Irish Night". There is a banquet and a show that is a must for followers of traditional Irish ballads, music and dance.
After all we gotta eat! Go easy on the pints this time, Jurak, or Shan wont take us along anymore <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/biggrin.gif" alt="" /> !
After that I would like to go to Kylemore Abbey, Connemara, Galway

Kylemore Abbey is the home of the Irish Benedictine Nuns. Their origins date back to Benedict of Nursia who wrote a rule for monks in the late 5th century and their foundation dates from 1665.

Or maybe a walk in Powerscourt House & Gardens, Wicklow?

Powerscourt House today reflects centuries of history as the site dates back to the castle of c.1300. It contains some of the finest 18th century interiors in Ireland.
Powerscourt Garden is a 45 acres blend of formal gardens, sweeping terraces, statuary and ornamental lakes together with secret hollows, rambling walks, walled gardens and over 200 variations of trees and shrubs.

5 km from the Gardens is Ireland's highest waterfall tumbling 120 meters into the Dargle Valley. Powerscourt Waterfall has been a major attraction since the 1760's and has been a favourite family picnic spot for years. The Waterfall is fed by waters from blanket bog on top of the mountains above the valley. Peat often gives the water a brown colour, and the volume of water coming down changes dramatically a couple of hours after rain. A nature trail has been laid out around the base of the waterfall.
Ok, guys let's go swimmin'!! Woohoo!! And don't forget to bring your Herbal Essences shampoo!!
After all, they are made for using under a waterfall! <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/winkwink.gif" alt="" />

Sounds American... And glhf getting that signature... But anyway, a nice offer which I gladlly accept. Anly that I'll rather replace the coke and hot-dog...

All the nice buildings. Would be nice to lie in a house like that, don't you think? Of chorse, someone else would do the cleaning...

Übereil

Indeed, Übi! I'm not gonna waste my time with cleaning and laundry and stuff <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/biggrin.gif" alt="" />


Anything you want Übi! You get the whole shabang!! <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/winkwink.gif" alt="" />

I found these nice Irish legends:

"The Black Irish"

According to rumors and legends, these Black Irish are the descendants of a few surviving ill-fated Spanish sailors who sailed with the Felícima Armada from Spain to invade England but were ultimately shipwrecked on the northern and western coasts of Ireland in the autumn of 1588. A very small number of the more than seven hundred Spanish men who made it alive to the Irish coast survived, and a few of those who did allegedly became intimate with enough Irish women so as to engender a new inter-racial strain of progeny whose "dark hair and eyes and soft brown Southern skin testifies to its remote Spanish ancestry."

This story has been retold by a number of Irish and Irish-Americans of this decade by way of explaining their own "dark hair and eyes" -- although from personal experience these facial characteristics have never been matched by a "brown Southern skin."

The legend of Róisín Dubh
By Theo Stoof

Many score years after the greatest hero of the western hemisphere, Cú Chulaind, son of the god Lug, made his last stand before the army of Medb the queen of Connachta, there lived in Ériu near Briug na Bóinde a council of Druids. Apart from the common knowledge of Druids, these Druids had a vast amount of forbidden knowledge of the Ways of Nature, that earned them an almost godlike reverence from the common people and an envious attitude from their peer Druids. It was whispered that even Síde, the people of the otherworld, who were also known as the Túatha Dé Danand, marvelled at their deeds and feared their wrath.

These Druids wore black and red robes on which their symbol, the Róisín Dubh, the Black Rose, was visible. They lived in a small mansion which none other than they ever entered. At night an eery light wich slowly varied from one unnatural colour to another shone through the few windows of the house, but this never flickered like that of a candle or fire. Sometimes loud noises such as supernatural songs and ecstatic screams were heard coming from the mansion, and in surrounding villages it was rumoured that the Druids feasted upon the bodies of the dead at night.

The council of the Róisín Dubh numbered ten Druids and only the following was known about them. There was Íain the Silent who spoke only scant words during the day and who seemed to do so only very reluctantly. Secondly there was Fréot the Bright Eyed who was believed to be able to reflect the sun with his eyes in any direction he chose to and who seemed to like the presence of dire straits. Thirdly there was Béoirt the Nasty of whom it was whispered that his thoughts were solely devoted to filthy subjects too horrendous to mention and who was sometimes seen throwing orange fireballs into baskets attached to walls. Fourthly there was Páill the Cursing who was said to have turned various innocent villagers into unamable things only by means of his terrible, carefully woven spells. Fifthly there was Lláeonn the Pigherd of whom it was said that he did things of such abomination with his herd that no healthy man would ever be able to remain sane at the sheer thought of them, and who was invariably seen with an instrument that was able to send shivers down the bravest man's spine with its ghastly sounds.

Sixthly there was Stéif the Rude who was widely known for his complete lack of any form of elementary politeness and good manners and who was supposed to have knowledge of any Geiss. Of him it was said that he had once been cursed so that it was now impossible for him to give his tongue a moment's rest. Seventhly there was Mbairc the Balding of whom it was rumoured that he was born with his head fully covered with hair but that his hairline had been receding from the moment of his birth. He was seen extremely often waving long shiny sticks towards the ground in order to hit small white crystal balls that in the end invariably disappeared into the earth.

Eighthly there was Haíllíui the Sorceress who was the only woman in the council. She was sometimes observed around noon eating the most revolting combinations of food her wicked and twisted mind could conceive of and was regularly seen trying to lead little girls into the realms of her forbidden knowledge. Ninthly there was Ttwaind the Wild who was believed to be the son of a dragon because of the fact that he exhaled smoke on every occasion. His appearance was mostly feared by worried parents who feared for their daughter's virtues. Tenthly there was Táeói the Foul Tempered who was feared much for his sharp tongue, his rapidly changing moods and his negative attitudes. He was known to be able to call up without incantations a body-paralysing, mind-wasting and senses-numbing breeze with an odour that no smell from a rotting corpse of a bubonic plague victim could surpass.

The only further thing known about the council of the Róisín Dubh is the fact that after terrorising the country for more than fourscore years the mansion in which the council had lived for all those years was attacked by inhabitants of the surrounding villages who were helped by envious Druids. In the following battle the mansion and all the forbidden knowledge of the council was destroyed. Less is known about the fate of the Druids of the council. Some boldly proclaim them to be mercilessly slaughtered by the enraged mob, but bodies were never found and therefore others more carefully whisper that the Druids of the Black Rose are not dead but lie asleep in a place only known to them and that they will rise from their tombs in the distant future to scourge the face of the earth once again ...

This is an Irish poeme that is according to the previous Irish legend.

Little Black Rose (17th to 19th centuries)
[this is actually about Ireland, but could be used for a person]


Roisin, have no sorrow for all that has happened to you
the Friars are out on the brine,. they are travelling the sea
your pardon from the Pope will come, from Rome in the East
and we won't spare the Spanish wine for my Roisin Dubh

Far have we journeyed together, since days gone by.
I've crossed over mountains with her, and sailed the sea
I have cleared the Erne, though in spate, at a single leap
and like music of the strings all about me, my Roisin Dubh

You have driven me mad, fickle girl- may it do you no good!
My soul is in thrall, not just yesterday nor today
You have left me weary and weak in body and mind
O deceive not the one who loves you, my Roisin Dubh

I would walk in the dew beside you, or the bitter desert
in hopes I might have your affection, or part of your love
Fragrant small branch, you have given your word you love me
the choicest flower of Munster, my Roisin Dubh

If I had six horses, I would plough against the hill-
I'd make Roisin Dubh my Gospel in the middle of Mass-
I'd kiss the young girl who would grant me her maidenhead
and do deeds behind the lios with my Roisin Dubh!

The Erne will be strong in flood, the hills be torn
the ocean will be all red waves, the sky all blood,
every mountain and bog in Ireland will shake
one day, before she shall perish, my Roisin Dubh. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/kissyou.gif" alt="" />

An Irish Myth.

The story that garments for husbands and sons were knit in a special family
pattern so that in the event a man was lost at sea, if and when his body was

found, he could be identified by the sweater on his back is an old Irish Myth.



As to the mystery behind the myth? It's solved. The most creative Aran knitters
devised their own stitches and arrangements and a typical sweater might contain up
to eight different patterns. In J.M. Synge’s famous play "Riders to the Sea," the
sister of a drowned man recognizes him by a flaw in his knitted socks – a dropped
stitch. Utilizing compelling copy, savvy marketers parlayed the notion that
drowned fishermen could be identified by their sweaters - nothing as simple as
socks and a dropped stitch. Today, even the Irish believe it's a sweater.

Jurak, if you drown in all that beer you're drinking, be sure you are wearing a
sweater so that we will know it is you. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/biggrin.gif" alt="" />

Shan <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/alien.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

Some Old Irish Supersitions

From the country folk come a wealth of beliefs related to physical ailments. For
example, a stocking filled with hot potatoes and applied to the throat cured
tonsillitis. Shaving on Sunday encouraged toothache - but carrying a haddock's
jawbone helped prevent it. Boiled daisies were said to relieve sore eyes, milk in
which kelp had been boiled could cure boils, and unsalted butter rubbed on a
stitch in the side could make it go away. As for warts, it is said they could be
cured by rubbing them with a fresh-cut potato and burying the potato in the garden.



Livestock fairs are still widespread in Ireland and it's common practise to give a
"luck penny" which means returning a portion of the sale price to the seller when
a deal is made. The deal is then settled by spitting on the palm and slapping the
hand of the customer. Interestingly, a man's status in the area is often
determined by the size of the "luck penny" he is in the habit of giving.

Shan <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/alien.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

The Three Daughters of King O'Hara
THERE was a king in Desmond whose name was Coluath O'Hara, and he had three daughters. On a time when the king was away from home, the eldest daughter took a thought that she 'd like to be married. So she went up in the castle, put on the cloak of darkness which her father had, and wished for the most beautiful man under the sun as a husband for herself.

She got her wish; for scarcely had she put off the cloak of darkness, when there came, in a golden coach with four horses, two black and two white, the finest man she had ever laid eyes on, and took her away.

When the second daughter saw what had happened to her sister, she put on the cloak of darkness, and wished for the next best man in the world as a husband.

She put off the cloak; and straightway there came, in a golden coach with four black horses, a man nearly as good as the first, and took her away.

The third sister put on the cloak, and wished for the best white dog in the world.

Presently he came, with one man attending, in a golden coach and four snow-white horses, and took the youngest sister away.

When the king came home, the stable-boy told him what had happened while he was gone. He was enraged beyond measure when he heard that his youngest daughter had wished for a white dog, and gone off with him.

When the first man brought his wife home he asked: "In what form will you have me in the daytime, - as I am now in the daytime, or as I am now at night?"

"As you are now in the daytime."

So the first sister had her husband as a man in the daytime; but at night he was a seal.

The second man put the same question to the middle sister, and got the same answer; so the second sister had her husband in the same form as the first.

When the third sister came to where the white dog lived, he asked her: " How will you have me to be in the daytime, as I am now in the day, or as I am now at night?"

"As you are now in the day."

So the white dog was a dog in the daytime, but the most beautiful of men at night.

After a time the third sister had a son; and one day, when her husband was going out to hunt, he warned her that if anything should happen the child, not to shed a tear on that account.

While he was gone, a great gray crow that used to haunt the place came and carried the child away when it was a week old.

Remembering the warning, she shed not a tear for the loss.

All went on as before till another son was born. The husband used to go hunting every day, and again he said she must not shed a tear if anything happened.

When the child was a week old a great gray crow came and bore him away; but the mother did not cry or drop a tear.

All went well till a daughter was born. When she was a week old a great gray crow came and swept her away. This time the mother dropped one tear on a handkerchief, which she took out of her pocket, and then put back again.

When the husband came home from hunting and heard what the crow had done, he asked the wife, " Have you shed tears this time?"

"I have dropped one tear," said she.

Then he was very angry; for he knew what harm she had done by dropping that one tear.

Soon after their father invited the three sisters to visit him and be present at a great feast in their honor. They sent messages, each from her own place, that they would come.

The king was very glad at the prospect of seeing his children; but the queen was grieved, and thought it a great disgrace that her youngest daughter had no one to come home with her but a white dog.

The white dog was in dread that the king wouldn't leave him inside with the company, but would drive him from the castle to the yard, and that the dogs outside wouldn't leave a patch of skin on his back, but would tear the life out of him.

The youngest daughter comforted him. "There is no danger to you," said she, "for wherever I am, you'll be, and wherever you go, I'll follow and take care of you."

When all was ready for the feast at the castle, and the company were assembled, the king was for banishing the white dog; but the youngest daughter would not listen to her father, - would not let the white dog out of her sight, but kept him near her at the feast, and divided with him the food that came to herself.

When the feast was over, and all the guests had gone, the three sisters went to their own rooms in the castle.

Late in the evening the queen took the cook with her, and stole in to see what was in her daughters' rooms. They were all asleep at the time. What should she see by the side of her youngest daughter but the most beautiful man she had ever laid eyes on.

Then she went to where the other two daughters were sleeping; and there, instead of the two men who brought them to the feast, were two seals, fast asleep.

The queen was greatly troubled at the sight of the seals. When she and the cook were returning, they came upon the skin of the white dog. She caught it up as she went, and threw it into the kitchen fire.

The skin was not five minutes in the fire when it gave a crack that woke not only all in the castle, but all in the country for miles around.

The husband of the youngest daughter sprang up. He was very angry and very sorry, and said:

"If I had been able to spend three nights with you under your father's roof, I should have got back my own form again for good, and could have been a man both in the day and the night; but now I must go.

He rose from the bed, ran out of the castle, and away he went as fast as ever his two legs could carry him, overtaking the one before him, and leaving the one behind. He was this way all that night and the next day; but he couldn't leave the wife, for she followed from the castle, was after him in the night and the day too, and never lost sight of him.

In the afternoon he turned, and told her to go back to her father; but she would not listen to him. At nightfall they came to the first house they had seen since leaving the castle. He turned and said:

"Do you go inside and stay in this house till morning; I'll pass the night outside where I am."

The wife went in. The woman of the house rose up, gave her a pleasant welcome, and put a good supper before her. She was not long in the house when a little boy came to her knee and called her "mother."

The woman of the house told the child to go back to his place, and not to come out again.

Here are a pair of scissors," said the woman of the house to the king's daughter, " and they will serve you well. Whatever ragged people you see, if you cut a piece off their rags, that moment they will have new clothes of cloth of gold."

She stayed that night, for she had good welcome. Next morning when she went out, her husband said: " You 'd better go home now to your father."

"I'll not go to my father if I have to leave you," said she.

So he went on, and she followed. It was that way all the day till night came; and at nightfall they saw another house at the foot of a hill, and again the husband stopped and said: "You go in; I'll stop outside till morning."

The woman of the house gave her a good welcome. After she had eaten and drunk, a little boy came out of another room, ran to her knee, and said," Mother." The woman of the house sent the boy back to where he had come from, and told him to stay there.

Next morning, when the princess was going out to her husband, the woman of the house gave her a comb, and said: "If you meet any person with a diseased and a sore head, and draw this comb over it three times, the head will be well, and covered with the most beautiful golden hair ever seen."

She took the comb, and went out to her husband.

"Leave me now," said he, "and go back to your own father."

"I will not," said she, " but I will follow you while I have the power." So they went forward that day, as on the other two.

At nightfall they came to a third house, at the foot of a hill, where the princess received a good welcome. After she had eaten supper, a little girl with only one eye came to her knee and said, "Mother."

The princess began to cry at sight of the child, thinking that she herself was the cause that it had but one eye. Then she put her hand into her pocket where she kept the handkerchief on which she had dropped the tear when the gray crow carried her infant away. She had never used the handkerchief since that day, for there was an eye on it.

She opened the handkerchief, and put the eye in the girl's head. It grew into the socket that minute, and the child saw out of it as well as out of the other eye; and then the woman of the house sent the little one to bed.

Next morning, as the king's daughter was going out, the woman of the house gave her a whistle, and said: "Whenever you put this whistle to your mouth and blow on it, all the birds of the air will come to you from every quarter under the sun. Be careful of the whistle, as it may serve you greatly."

Go back to your father's castle," said the husband when she came to him, "for I must leave you to-day."

They went on together a few hundred yards, and then sat on a green hillock, and he told the wife:

"Your mother has come between us; but for her we might have lived together all our days. If I had been allowed to pass three nights with you in your father's house, I should have got back my form of a man both in the daytime and the night. The Queen ofTir na n-Og [the land of youth] enchanted and put on me a spell, that unless I could spend three nights with a wife under her father's roof in Erin, I should bear the form of a white dog one half of my time; but if the skin of the dog should be burned before the three nights were over, I must go down to her kingdom and marry the queen herself. And 't is to her I am going to-day. I have no power to stay, and I must leave you; so farewell, you'll never see me again on the upper earth."

He left her sitting on the mound, went a few steps forward to some bulrushes, pulled up one, and disappeared in the opening where the rush had been.

She stopped there, sitting on the mound lamenting, till evening, not knowing what to do. At last she bethought herself, and going to the rushes, pulled up a stalk, went down, followed her husband, and never stopped till she came to the lower land.

After a while she reached a small house near a splendid castle. She went into the house and asked, could she stay there till morning. "You can," said the woman of the house, " and welcome."

Next day the woman of the house was washing clothes, for that was how she made a living. The princess fell to and helped her with the work. In the course of that day the Queen of Tir na n-Og and the husband of the princess were married.

Near the castle, and not far from the washer-woman's, lived a henwife with two ragged little daughters. One of them came around the washer-woman's house to play. The child looked so poor and her clothes were so torn and dirty that the princess took pity on her, and cut the clothes with the scissors which she had.

That moment the most beautiful dress of cloth of gold ever seen on woman or child in that kingdom was on the henwife's daughter.

When she saw what she had on, the child ran home to her mother as fast as ever she could go.

"Who gave you that dress?" asked the henwife.

"A strange woman that is in that house beyond," said the little girl, pointing to the washer-woman's house.

The henwife went straight to the Queen of Tir na n-Og and said: " There is a strange woman in the place, who will be likely to take your husband from you, unless you banish her away or do something to her; for she has a pair of scissors different from anything ever seen or heard of in this country."

When the queen heard this she sent word to the princess that, unless the scissors were given up to her without delay, she would have the head off her.

The princess said she would give up the scissors if the queen would let her pass one night with her husband.

The queen answered that she was willing to give her the one night. The princess came and gave up the scissors, and went to her own husband; but the queen had given him a drink, and he fell asleep, and never woke till after the princess had gone in the morning.

Next day another daughter of the henwife went to the washer-woman's house to play. She was wretched-looking, her head being covered with scabs and sores.

The princess drew the comb three times over the child's head, cured it, and covered it with beautiful golden hair. The little girl ran home and told her mother how the strange woman had drawn the comb over her head, cured it, and given her beautiful golden hair.

The henwife hurried off to the queen and said: "That strange woman has a comb with wonderful power to cure, and give golden hair; and she'll take your husband from you unless you banish her or take her life."

The queen sent word to the princess that unless she gave up the comb, she would have her life.

The princess returned as answer that she would give up the comb if she might pass one night with the queen's husband.

The queen was willing, and gave her husband a draught as before. When the princess came, he was fast asleep, and did not waken till after she had gone in the morning.

On the third day the washerwoman and the princess went out to walk, and the first daughter of the henwife with them. When they were outside the town, the princess put the whistle to her mouth and blew. That moment the birds of the air flew to her from every direction in flocks. Among them was a bird of song and new tales.

The princess went to one side with the bird. " What means can I take," asked she, " against the queen to get back my husband? Is it best to kill her, and can I do it?

"It is very hard," said the bird, "to kill her. There is no one in all Tir na n-Og who is able to take her life but her own husband. Inside a holly-tree in front of the castle is a wether, in the wether a duck, in the duck an egg. and in that egg is her heart and life. No man in Tir na n-Og can cut that holly-tree but her husband."

The princess blew the whistle again. A fox and a hawk came to her. She caught and put them into two boxes, which the washerwoman had with her, and took them to her new home.

When the henwife's daughter went home, she told her mother about the whistle. Away ran the henwife to the queen, and said: "That strange woman has a whistle that brings together all the birds of the air, and she'll have your husband yet, unless you take her head."

"I'll take the whistle from her, anyhow,'' said the queen. So she sent for the whistle.

The princess gave answer that she would give up the whistle if she might pass one night with the queen's husband.

The queen agreed, and gave him a draught as on the other nights. He was asleep when the princess came and when she went away.

Before going, the princess left a letter with his servant for the queen's husband, in which she told how she had followed him to Tir na n-Og, and had given the scissors, the comb, and the whistle, to pass three nights in his company, but had not spoken to him because the queen had given him sleeping draughts; that the life of the queen was in an egg, the egg in a duck, the duck in a wether, the wether in a holly-tree in front of the castle, and that no man could split the tree but himself

As soon as he got the letter the husband took an axe, and went to the holly-tree. When he came to the tree he found the princess there before him, having the two boxes with the fox and the hawk in them.

He struck the tree a few blows; it split open, and out sprang the wether. He ran scarce twenty perches before the fox caught him. The fox tore him open; then the duck flew out. The duck had not flown fifteen perches when the hawk caught and killed her, smashing the egg. That instant the Queen of Tir na n-Og died.

The husband kissed and embraced his faithful wife. He gave a great feast; and when the feast was over, he burned the henwife with her house, built a palace for the washerwoman, and made his servant secretary.

They never left Tir na n-Og, and are living there happily now; and so may we live here.

If you like that beautiful myth, I leave a link here for more of those lovely
Irish myths
I hope it wasn't to long though.
If anyone is bored here, just let us know, we always can figure out some fun stuff to do.
Or are you all hanging in a pub? Jurak, don't drag everyone with you! <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/winkwink.gif" alt="" />

Shan, can it be possible that some of the fellowship are bored?
Come on guys, there are plenty of beautiful places to see and fun things to do!
Is anyone interested in a show? What about "Micheal Flatley's Lord Of The Dance"?
I got tickets for all of you from the hotel management. Remember? I got them with my price? Just go see them and enjoy!!
Lord of the dance

<img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/cry.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/puppyeyes.gif" alt="" />. SO long post... And some day I'm forced to read it <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/cry.gif" alt="" />...

Übereil

I`m not bored! I was just busy the last days, but now i`ll join you in Ireland. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />
Of course I want to see "Lord of the Dance"!!!!
At the dancing school I go to we learned to dance to one of the songs...we don`t get nearly as much foot taps as they do on the show, but I really enjoy dancing it. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/winkwink.gif" alt="" /> We dance to the song you hear when opening the "Lord of the dance"-link from Gal(it`s the main theme, also called "Lord of the Dance")...At first the song is more slow and quietly, but then it`s getting louder and faster, that`s the part we dance to. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />
I`m just listening to this song...oh...have to go now and start dancing... <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/winkwink.gif" alt="" />

Bye, Hap <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/wave.gif" alt="" /> *dancing to the beat*

@ Hap
Good for you, Hap! Dance the night away!!
Next time I'll dance with you like they did in Titanic! I can stand on my toetips too like Rose did!
I really love the Irish music style! After the Lord of the dance we must go to
and go see The Dubliners!! Please, please??
@ Übi
I'm so sorry Übi, for the long stories, but you can read them when you have nothing else to do. they are sometimes very romantic but mostly cruel and end up with battles for lost lovers. They are quit nice though. You can use them as bedtimestories? <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/winkwink.gif" alt="" />

I'm so glad we are moving on here, because I was a little afraid that we lost everyone. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/winkwink.gif" alt="" />

If anyone has more suggestions for the next day? <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/silly.gif" alt="" />

Well, the following morning we all decided to rent a car and drive over to
Waterford to see some of the sights around there. Jurak insisted on doing the
driving and against our better judgment we let him. Man, was that a mistake. He
was still a little under the weather from the night before (visiting all the
those pubs, you know <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" /> )and he missed the turn we were suppose to take. All of
us tried to tell him that he was going the wrong way, but he insisted that he
had looked at the map and that this was a short cut. Well, this is where we

ended up. Does it look like Waterford to you? <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" />



"Come on Jurak, let one of us drive," we begged, but he wouldn't give in. "Just
a minor mistake. I should have taken that last left instead of the going
straight," he insisted. So back we go and take the left turn. After driving a
while, Jurak smiles and says "Yep, this is it. Well, be there before you know
it." And we were, right here. Yeah, this is Waterford alright. Doesn't it look
like Waterford to you? <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/suspicion.gif" alt="" />



Needless to say, Gal and I had, had all we could take. Jumping out of the car,
Gal opens the door to the driver's side and she and I begin to pull Jurak out
while Hap and Ube push from the other side. We finally get him out, and Gal
jumps behind the wheel. Not wantint to be left in uh, his so called Waterford,
Jurak gets in the front seat next to Gal while the rest of us climb into the
backseat. Turning around and heading back the way we had come for who knows how
many miles, we finally reach the right road and eventually arrive in Waterford.



Hey everybody, Gal and I have some advice for you. If you are going somewhere
with Jurak and he insists on driving, DON'T LET HIM! It is no telling
where you will end up. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/biggrin.gif" alt="" />

Shan <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/alien.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

Here are a few more facts from Ireland.

St. Patrick was the first person in history to speak out against slavery and he is
the Patron Saint of the Excluded.

St. Patrick's real name is believed to have been Maewyn Succat.

The phrase "The Emerald Isle" was first coined by the Belfast doctor and poet,
William Drennar, in 1795.

Over 800 million cans of Guinness Draught have been sold in over 70 countries
since the brand's launch in 1989.

St. Patrick is the [email]h@Xx0r.[/email]

Yes, it took quit some united force to get Jurak out of the drivers seat. Well done girls, if we women don't take over God knows where we are gonna end up? <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/winkwink.gif" alt="" />
@ Lews
What's the deal with that e-mail adress? Do we have to send you something or what's up with it? Maybe some explaining here? Nice of you to still joining us!!

When we finally get to Waterford, I would like to go rent a small boat for the day. What do you think guys? If some of you go get some stuff for a waterpicknick and something to drink? No beers this time!! <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/winkwink.gif" alt="" />
We still got to see lots of stuff.
So bring your swimsuits with you, and I hope no one gets sick on the water??
Hey Übi, you look nice in your Speedo's! <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/winkwink.gif" alt="" />
After our swim we go to see the Viking City Waterford City was established in Viking times and it has an exciting medieval flavour and riverside bustle. The City is the home of Waterford Crystal, a lifestyle product of exquisite craftsmanship. Isn't that a beautiful site from my hotel room? Waterford City has it all. A natural playground for Golf, Equestrian, Walking, Angling, Water Sports and Cycling, enthusiasts, Waterford offers the complete holiday experience.

The week is almost over, Shan, we should start packing and tomorrow it will be our last day in Ireland <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/cry.gif" alt="" /> I hope you agree? The world is at our feet and we still need to see so much, but other countries are as interesting as Ireland!
What do you guys think about my newest souvenir? It matches with everything because it keeps changing colours! <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/up.gif" alt="" />
We will go to England after Ireland so we can see that footballgame I promised to Übi.
So, guys enjoy your last day in Ireland! <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/wave.gif" alt="" />

Sounds good to me Gal. One more day here, back through England for our football
game and then the world. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" /> Ube you still haven't told me who we are rooting for?




And then would anyone be interested in going on to Scotland?



Shan <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/alien.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

And as for Lews' post, I think he decided that we should send an email to
St. Patrick while we're in Ireland. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/biggrin.gif" alt="" />

And yes, Lews, I have had some sleep now. : <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/winkwink.gif" alt="" />

Oh, and I love your T-shirt Gal. Did you buy me one too? <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/biggrin.gif" alt="" />
Just one thing though. Could mine say "I love Ireland" instead. I'm not
sure I want just any guy coming up and kissing me. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/biggrin.gif" alt="" />

Shan <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/alien.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/biggrin.gif" alt="" />

Hey, Gal, while we are here in Waterford, I think I am going to get some of their
famous china and crystal and have it shipped home. There are just so many
patterns though I can't decide.



A boat trip sound great. Is this our boat?



And maybe we could take in an equestrian event or take a ride through the country
side. I love horses. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />



I'll be sorry to leave Ireland. It has been alot of fun. It is time to move on
though. There is still lots of the world to see. Maybe I will come back in a few
years and explore this country a little more. It is really a beautiful place.

Shan <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/alien.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />