Cill Chainnigh

That is how you actually spell the name of the lovely town we decided we'd actually rather stay in. Kilkenny in English. I thought the castle we were going to would be right in the town but it's actually freakin' 17km out and so the last tow days were very silly. Yesterday we woke up at 1 and 1:30 and realized that we had missed the bus (which we later realized was a blessing because you got pay through the nose) and so we set out for Ballyragget which was closer but still a 4 k walk. People looked at us like we had absolutely lost our mind walking down a motorway (speed limit 100km/hr)=62mph with no shoulder. So it went rather slow as we dodged into the hedge over and over while giant semis cruised down the tiny country road (thinner by a foot or so than most of Vashon Hwy). Wow that was fun. But the meal and ten pound grocery bag (two of which due to the kilo of meat we bought not realizing how flamin huge that was but now warned) awaiting us made it well worth it. The waitress was super nice but they don't believe in menus at the Cafe. That meant she gave us choices while Erica nodded and I decided between the ever so descriptive Lamb dinner or Beef dinner. The lamb dinner was fantastic and the coffee and cheesecake too best of all they were cheap! We got back just as the day's second thunderstorm rolled over the castle and went in to find the youngest looking 30 y.o. Kiwi alive. Turns out he was quite a nice conversation but i's hard to make lasting friends with someone almost twice your age. Our other friend Jean from Montreal was 22 and we are due to meet him in Galway. I am realizing though that coming in Fall avoids not just annoying middle-aged touristy Americans but everyone else as well...especially women. The city is very nice but I think we will really leave tomorrow. For where I don't know...