BFFs

There is nothing quite like quality time with old friends. Jane, Assunta, and I covered a lot of ground verbally and vehicularly. Not sure that that’s a word, but you get the idea. It really was fun to talk about everything from church politics to nutrition to relationships to Irish history. The running joke was that I was making up most of the stuff I told them about Ireland (“What does Bally mean? Why are the mountain tops brown? When was the Irish renaissance”--Do I LOOK like a tour guide?)

So to continue on my messed up chronology, photos posted the last two days were for today’s itinerary on the North Antrim coast: Dunluce, Giant’s Causeway, Ballintoy, Ballycastle, Cushendun, Cushendall, Carnlough. They took many more photos than I did, since I’ve seen all of the sites before. Today I will begin posting photos from tomorrow’s trip, which took us south to the Mourne Mountains. We started in Dundrum, where we climbed a castle ruin and got great photos of Dundrum and the Mournes in the background.

The Mourne mountains:

Jane--the damsel of Dundrum:

I kind of goofed and didn’t get a photo of the castle from below. Here’s one from the top:

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