Glendalough
On Thursday morning, we took the bus
back to the airport, picked up rental cars, and headed south.
Richard renewed his left hand driving skills, while Mike and Susan
began the learning process. Yes, it is a challenge, especially when
you are negotiating roundabouts and busy freeways.
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| Our Cottage |
In Glendalough, we met Sr. Joan at the
Hermitage, who said that Glendalough was a chill place, and settled into simple, but well equipped, cottages.
Each cottage has a complete kitchen and a fireplace. Mike and Susan
decided to stay just one night, in a local B&B.
We headed for the ruins of the
monastery, in the national park, where we walked around and took it
in. This monastery was founded by the followers of St. Kevin, a
hermit from the 6th century.
Richard and Sandi went to Centering
Prayer with the nuns.
We ate lunch and dinner at the Wicklow
Heather restaurant, and were treated Thursday night to a
complimentary glass of Baily's Irish Cream liqueur.
On Friday, Richard, Sandi, Barb, and
Peg went back to the park, took in the film at the visitor center,
and hiked to the upper lake, where we saw St. Kevin's Bed, from the
other side of the lake. It started to rain as we were walking out.
We did a little shopping before and after lunch.
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| Wicklow Gap |
After lunch at the pub, we drove to
Wicklow Gap, a pass that looked a great deal like Colorado above
treeline, including mining remains. The naturalist told us that the
weather and soil dictated where trees did and did not grow. The
peat is very acidic, and not conducive to trees. It was cold and
very windy.
We went to 7 PM mass. After mass Peg,
talked to the lady who was helping the priest, and ended up playing a
couple of songs on their organ. The lady hoped that we could stay
for Sunday, as they had no regular organist.
Dinner was at the Wicklow Heather
restaurant, where we found out that our waiter, Gee, was from
Lithuania. We all sat down after dinner and worked on emails, using
the wifi hotspot that Hertz rented us.
We agreed that Glendalough was a
“chill” place, as Sr. Joan had said.
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