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               Friday, August 9 2002 

Journal of our vacation journey - 3

En route with sons Mike, 28, and Kevin, 26

Thursday, August 8: This has been shaping up as the wettest vacation I've ever had. Today we drove out from Dublin (about 35 miles) to Glendalough, the ancient monastic "city" in the mountains west of Wicklow. We got there in fairly good time considering that about half the roadways required were the narrow Irish type still common, reminiscent of the roads around Nanty Glo in the late 1940's...narrow for two cars to pass much less a car and a fullsize tour bus or semitrailer truck, yet there are many such passages (more than on Pennsylvania's highways of the '40's). Unfortuantely, we had to carry our umbrellas in up position the whole time we were there. This was to be a highlight. Glendalough, which means "between two lakes," was founded by St. Kevin in the 500's, not long after Patrick converted most of the population of Ireland from Duridism and general paganism.

Later we had a comedy of errors that must be a result of being too tired and an uncommon feature of vacations with the constant go-go-go we prefer. We walked the couple of blocks from our room to the car in a parking garage a couple of blocks away, to discover that Mike had left the key behind. Kevin and I waited until he returned. Then we went to the machines to pay the parking fee, put all our coins into the machine and discovered we were short; put in a 10-Euro note to cover the difference. Kevin, who had the 10-spot, waited for the change, but didn't realize the parking fee ticket came back with the change and the "paid" information required to get the car out of the garage. But we didn't discover that until we arrived at the exit gate and found none of us had the ticket. Back through the many floors of parking to the machine hoping to find our ticket still there. It wasn't, but a security man there had found someone's ticket which had been left and let me use it to escape the garage. While I was doing that, Mike was circulating the garage in the car, and I found then I couldn't find the car for quite a while! Just one thing after another.

Fortunately the day was redeemed by a great dinner at a French restaurant (this is the European Union, after all!), and finally a cessation of the rain by the time we where done eating, after 9 p.m.

So that's today's report and the end of our first two days in Dublin. Tomorrow we head up to Belfast to photograph the sites associated with St. Patrick, to use in a book I'd like to publish some day.

Till then....

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