Norah going into the church
I do believe I could 'rest in peace' for all eternity if myself, and my family were in this here graveyard in Murreagh, County Kerry.
Norah said this was her house and kept inviting us in to meet her horses. Who knows.
These lines are "Ogham" text which was an ancient Irish script. This inscription meant something about "son of....someone.." I should have taken a picture of the plaque, I understand, that's not exactly a clear description.
Well, anyway, there was a hole in the top of it so Wayne decided to do this:
I loved how this wife (and family) brings so much to this grave. There are poems, flowers, tiny fishing boats, 3 cans of full Guinness, statues.... and on and on. He died in 2004 and they're still this active. The most you see on a grave in the U.S. would be a single bouquet of flowers, and more often, not even that.
They're not exaggerating
Recognize the cow?? These were our Kerry Dairy cow friends from a couple days before
This was the day Pake was in the hospital and Norah kept requesting to say prayers at this altar. She went up there three separate times.
One of the best Irish phrases there are. I love this one.
Really loved this café in Dingle. They had the menu and then a list of each of their food products with the local producer it came from.
This is the owner of a small music shop in Dingle. He's an incredible accordion player and Nana bought Norah a toddler-accordion as an early Christmas present. The store owner played it for a minute for us to show us what it can do.
"Let's ask the guy"
Nana on the pink blanket
Nana on the pink blanket
Nana, Wayne and Norah, in the surf with the most incredible beach-surroundings you ever saw. Sure, Hawaii and Australia rival some of this but there's something about being in the beauty of West Kerry WHILE swimming in the Atlantic (meaning it was that hot out) that tops a "real tropical place".
Oh how I wish this was my local farmer's market. I would absolutely love to live in Dingle.
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