Leftover Images from Ireland, Part One

This morning I spent some time going through the first batch of images from Ireland.  While I had them organized into folders on my iPad, the folders do not move with the images when they are moved to the computer.  So now I'm having to sort through more than 1,200 images (itchy shutter finger).  Fortunately, they are sequenced by date and time, and so it isn't too much of a chore. Also, I saved the folders on the iPad so that I can see where one day ends and the next begins.

While I was posting from Ireland, I promised you I would show you a few more.  While you've seen the ones of greatest interest, some required more explanation than I could give while posting in the Blogger app.  Today, I'll start them day by day and show you a few more.  Today's batch is from the period of time beginning with our arrival in Dublin and continuing until we reached our first hotel in Killarney.

But first, I want to say that the food we were served on the airplane wasn't half bad.  I've always liked being served a meal on an airplane, regardless of the quality.  It's just so cool to think about flying 37,000 feet above the planet--seven miles, think of that--and getting hot cooked food.  This was my meal of manicotti.

Now here's something else I observed about my airplane meal.  The little plastic packs that your plastic utensils come packed in simply will not be tamed or contained.  You can fold it, spindle it, and otherwise mutilate it, but it springs back into shape and will not be deterred.  And then the tray is so full of stuff that there's literally no place to put it unless you're okay with it springing into your food each time you take a bite. I have come to believe that is the purpose of the rock-like roll you are served.  It clearly isn't for human consumption.  You could break a tooth!  Obviously, it is for taming the plastic pack the utensils come in.  I used mine like a paper weight and it worked perfectly.  At the time I took this image, I hadn't yet figured that out and I was holding it in my teeth so that I could take an unimpeded picture.  But I'm real smart! Yup! Now I know what to do with that rock that purports to be a roll. Spread that sucker with butter on the bottom and use it as a paper weight.  The butter makes it stick during turbulence.  Okay, on with the show.

Flying into Dublin.  Isn't this just what you thought Ireland would look like?

I always think its interesting to see city names while traveling in a foreign country.  And I like the way signs are worded . . . so differently from what we see in the States.  The cultures are different, and so differences must be addressed in different ways. How charming to see cities named Limerick and Cork.  And the things that are prohibited from the "motorway" . . . invalid-carriages and pedal-cycles, for instance.  Oh yes, and Animals:  Can you not read?  Get off the road!  (On the other hand, maybe they're referring to teenagers.)

And this one charmed the socks off of me.  Traffic calming.  I half expected to see someone chanting "Oooooooohhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmm" as we went by.  Nothing as tacky as "slow" or "no passing" or "divided highway".  No.  Traffic calming.  Sort of makes you want to say, "Thank you.  I needed that."

Such a typical Irish countryside scene.  The fields are divided up with hedges rather than fencing.  I'll also show you some images of rock walls when we get into different terrain.

Many of my images were taken as we sped by on a bus, and so you'll notice some reflections in some of them.  This next one was taken with my iPhone.  Look!  An actual shepherd with his dog! Something you don't see everyday in the States.  At least not where I live.  And look at that sky!

So that's all I have for you today.  My goal is to go through a folder per day, but I don't know if I'll manage it.  Right now I just want to sew, and that is next on my agenda.