Day 27: The wheels on the bus go round and round...FOR SEVEN HOURS

This morning our host kindly offered to take us to the bus stop so we didn't have to walk for an hour, which was exceedlingly helpful. We had already purchased bus tickets so we just had to show the confirmation email and get the little things printed; then we were on our way! We rode four different buses, only once getting off at the wrong place (in Ennis we accidentally hopped off at the other end of town, so we had to walk through the city center to get to the bus station, which turned out well because we stocked up on groceries and hit an ATM) and only once getting onto the wrong bus (we started to board the 51 for Galway instead of the 51 for Cork, but the driver told us where we needed to be and everything worked out pretty well in the end). I slept or Facebooked (the buses have wifi!) through most of the journey, and Mom read or looked out the window.

We finally hopped off the last bus for the day in Camp and began the trek to our accomodation, which was on the other side of the town (well, the gas station, shop, and two pubs with a couple of houses nearby) from us. We walked for an hour or so (punctuated by a stop at the aforementioned cafe for sandwiches and general lunching) and arrived at our stay for the night. It's a sheep farm!

I should mention, the Dingle Peninsula is absolutely beautiful. 

Green fields, golden beaches, sparkling blue waters...

Some neat examples of hay baling

More from Cheryl--I do enjoy just looking out the window when touring a completely new place. It's fun seeing new things and unexpected sameness. Subways seem to be popular all over the British Isles. But an Irish golf course particularly caught my eye. It was nothing but grass all over undulating ground. No trees or even shrubs to mark the fairways. There were of course flags to mark the holes, and probably some markers for where to tee off, but everything else was just grass mowed to different heights.

We enjoyed talking to Brigid our host at The Sheep Farm. I forget what it was in Gaelic (Erin here: it's Gleann na nGealt). Turns out her 2 daughters both moved to the Bay Area some years ago, and one now works in Palo Alto. Small world.