Our first stop from the airport was Glendalough in County Wicklow. Glendalough is a monastery from around the 10th century that survived Viking raids, but was abandoned in the 1500s.
Seriously, this was the first picture I took in Ireland. Dang. This is probably my favorite one of the entire trip.
There were sheep. They didn't like me. They immediately ran away when I went up to the fence.
From there we headed to Kilkenny and our first castle. Kilkenny castle is furnished like it would've been in the 1800s when it was home to local nobility.
While we were in Kilkenny we ate lunch at a tavern that opened in the 1300s. A woman ran it as a tavern and a brothel. She is said to have killed four husbands and escaped from being burned as a witch. She's my role model.
We were getting tired by this point - duh - but we decided to visit Jerpoint Abbey as planned. We happened to get there about the time they were starting a tour which was super informative. We learned that in the summer the monks would get up at 3 a.m. to begin work and continued until sun down around 10 p.m. Being a monk was tough.
After the tour was over we decided to head off and find our first Bed and Breakfast. When we got there and the host let us into the house she asked if we were from England. We said no and shared we were from America. Disappointed, she replied, "Oh, I was hoping you were from England and related to Nigel Lawson"! BWAHAHAHAHA! I told her we had a dog named Nigel, but that probably wasn't who she was talking about. When we got up to our room we basically crashed and literally slept 13 hours. We. Were. Exhausted.
Our first Bed and Breakfast
Chickens at our first Bed and Breakfast
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