Oct. 9 In Ireland at Killarney

We drove today and stopped in Blarney, yes, that's correct, the stone of which neither of us chose to trudge up the mountain and pay money just to kiss a rock which is supposed to give you better eloquence in speech. Neither of us needs to learn any more about how to cus, lie and grandstand.
So instead, we went into the Irish woolen Mill and bought two sweater thingys.
In the evening before supper we headed out to an old fashioned original Irish pub where sawdust was all over the floor, there was a wood stove burning in one corner, all seats were against the walls and in the men's room, the men peed into a bath tub.
We were entertained by two Irish singers, one who played the screech box and the other was the main singer. They told jokes and we as an audience played the spoons and sang. We had a super time for about two hours.
We were happy to head into our bed after supper which was another late one ending at 9. We sometimes feel as if we are back in Spain where food is not even ordered until 9.