Tuesday came much too early. My train was to leave at in the evening, and I wanted to get a full day in before that. Unfortunately I didn’t start as early as I wanted because a ridiculously rude Irish guy in the hotel decided he was going to punish everyone because of a disagreement he had with someone and went to bed very late (and loudly), left his light on the entire night, and got a phone call early in the morning which he felt he must share with the entire room. I didn’t have the most restful night in the hotel, but I have learned decisively never to do the dorm-style thing again no matter how much cheaper it is. Seriously the rudest guy I’ve met in
First thing on my itinerary was the
Here are a few photos of the castle:
Our tour guide was amazing. He had an incredible sense of humor (or is that “humour”?) and, after discovering I was from
Traitors’ Gate, the gate coming from the
My last stop was
And I was out of time and on my way back to the train station. As I boarded the eurostar, I felt a pang of sadness.
That’s all! Hope you all enjoyed this little mini-series of blog entries and, once again, I do apologize for not getting them on earlier. Next up: My great Europe Tour!