WEATHER: Perfect! Sunny. Highs in 60s
What serendipity! About 8 months ago, our first stop from North America was with our friends Ken and Lynette in Auckland, New Zealand. Now, our last day before returning to North America, we are with them again.
We took a train to a fishing village about 10 miles north of Dublin. We did a 5-mile hike around the peninsula. Beautiful views...This is the ferry sailing into Dublin from Wales..
This monkfish snagged Ken, instead of Ken hooking it!
We had a lovely seafood lunch near the harbor..
George spotted the sign, confirming that a "pint of plain" means ordering a Guinness.
Back in Dublin, we checked out Dublin's smallest pub, where George ordered his "pint of plain".
We stumbled upon this tiny Italian restaurant, and had one of the best meals of our lives. We shared a plate of buffalo mozzarella that exploded in our mouths, and a plate of tiny, hand-filled ravioli. It was to die for!
Later in our hotel's bar, we listened to traditional music, with fond memories of this trip to Ireland.
Was the mozzarella filled with anything?
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