I’m not a beer drinker. I’ve been known to drink a Corona Light with a lime on occasion, or order a Michelob Ultra when out for pizza, but that’s about it. I’d gladly take a glass of red wine or a Rum & Diet Coke with lime over beer any day. So, I wasn’t itching to go guzzling Guinness my first day here. I had a few sips of it, and I’ve since ordered an Irish Lager twice in lieu of the Black & Tan. Sorry to anyone who’s offended by that. Beer is too filling for this Ginger.
Here’s a pic of me with a beer in my hand, just to prove I drank Irish beer while in Ireland. Happy? Good. Let’s move on.
Today, we ventured into a coastal town called Westport. 100% adorable in every way:
While there, we stumbled upon a funeral procession. The hearse was followed by about 50 people on foot through the city center and towards the funeral home. Mario wanted to join them. I couldn’t decide whether jumping in, or standing back and taking photos of a family’s funeral was worse. I opted for the photos:
Albeit the house was gorgeous, but I stumbled upon the following three sisters inside. Take note:
And… I give you sister #3 (God bless her)-
Just goes to show you that it’s best to quit while you’re ahead, with the first two children. There are no guarantees that that third child won’t have an eternal five o’clock shadow, even if it’s a girl.
On the way back to our B&B, we stopped for loose leaf tea in Ballinrobe:
And went out for drinks and traditional Irish music, which is completely enchanting:
All in all, another splendid day here.