Well, time sure flies when you're flying!
We flew out of JFK early Sunday evening on Aer Lingus.
My adorable Irish seatmate, Antoinette, took our picture.
Rob's seatmate was the very beautiful Maria,
a Spanish-Jazz guitarist from Amsterdam.
We landed in Dublin at 4:30AM, much too early
to attempt our drive to the hotel.
So we ate a "Mini Irish Breakfast" in the airport, read our books,
and people-watched until daylight appeared.
Then we jumped in our Dooley and proceeded to drive down M50
on the wrong side of the road, whilst seated on the wrong
sides of the car, arriving at the Powerscourt
at a respectable 9:30AM.
Now, how's that for taking the bull by the horns!
What a beautiful place!
Boudoir
Bath
Everyone settling in nicely...
Irish Game Show: "The Telly"
The rest of the day was spent recovering from our travels,
jet lag, and general exhaustion from all the excitement...
in other words, "We were pooped!"
(Great bed...)
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