The B&B we were staying at was a bit more formal, and we all ate breakfast at the same time. That was fun because after the first day of being there, we had some stories to share. Joanna and I refrained from embellishing our cliff walking adventures too much, but I will admit that we were pretty happy that we went and conquered on our own.
The night before I had chosen the goat cheese scramble for my breakfast, but I didn’t know what Joanna had chosen. By the way, this particular hostess was an angel. I asked her the first morning we were there if I could have a glass of ice for my Coke. She looked at me a bit squinty-eyed, but I have gotten a whole lot worse, especially in mainland Europe. And then if they DO actually agree to bring me ice, it is two cubes sitting forlornly at the bottom of the glass. She brought me a FULL glass of ice. She racked up a lot of points for that one. Well, when I walked into the breakfast room the second morning, the full glass of ice was already sitting at my spot. Wondrous woman!
So, she starts serving the different guests, including me, and then comes out with a plate with two whole fish on it. Whole as in head and fins and everything still attached. She sets the plate in front of Joanna with a “Bon Appétit!” and I am thinking, “Actually, I just lost mine.” I knew kippers existed, in theory. I had never met one in person, let alone for breakfast. I looked at Joanna with a whole new level of respect.
She munched away for a few minutes and then asked me if I wanted to try a bite. In my head I am thinking, “I would rather fall off the Cliffs of Moher”, but what came out of my mouth was, “sure, why not!” I took the smallest piece that qualified as a bite and in it went. Everyone else was watching me. I have to tell you something about my face. It has a mind of its own. I would lose everything in the first poker game I ever tried to play. Well, I chewed down that bite of kipper and said, “It tastes like FISH.” Apparently my face did something quite amusing when I said that because it just tickled everyone to death. I like fish when it tastes like tartar sauce. Kippers are about as fishy a fish as you can possibly imagine. I left the rest to Joanna and reveled in my goat cheese scramble.
That day was going to be our big driving day. We were on the west coast of Ireland, just a bit south of where we began in Dublin. We needed to drive all the way down to the Dingle Peninsula, where we would stay that night. So, we basically planned for a long day in the car. But as everyone was getting up from breakfast and talking about their plans, we overheard a comment about a sheep farm nearby that gave sheep herding demonstrations. Well, that sounded quite interesting, especially to Joanna. So, we decided to take a detour and enjoy the show.
And it was well worth it! We even got the full Irish effect. It rained. Hard. They had thoughtfully provided a covered area for us to stay under while we watched. It didn’t seem to bother the dogs one iota. They lived and breathed this job. It was such a joy to watch their boundless energy and eagerness to do the job. In fact, the sheep herder had to get after them a few times because two would respond to the same command! It was well worth the detour. And I also walked out of their gift shop with a beautiful knee-length knit wool jacket that I will wear in Southern California, even if I die of heat stroke.
The trip down south was long, but beautiful. We drove through a national wildlife preserve that just begged you to get out every half mile and go for a hike in the forests and hills. I could have easily spent a few days just in that area. Someday I hope to go back and do some of that hiking because I just KNOW there are some thin places waiting to be discovered. But on we drove.
Let me tell you something about a GPS. They like to take you the shortest route. In the city or on the freeway, that strategy works quite well. But when you are in rural Ireland, the shortest route could be cutting across a sheep pasture, and that’s about what we did. We drove on so many side roads and byways and nowhere ways that I started to wonder if my GPS was messing with us and laughing its silly silicone head off. But eventually we bumped our way out of a two-track forest trail and saw the light – in the B&B window. I had to apologize to the GPS.
So, we made it in one piece to our lovely mountain view home for the next two nights. After we got our luggage inside and were settling in, Joanna made an off-hand comment. She said that she decided it wouldn’t be the right time to try Devil’s Ladder on this trip.
I played it cool and said, “Ok!” in the most nonchalant manner I could muster. But, boy, did I sleep well that night!
I have decided I don’t want to play against Joanna in the mythical poker game. She seems to be on the opposite extreme from you.
Yes, I agree! Joanna would be a very expensive opponent in mythical poker.
I would love to see a picture of the knee length coat!
Reading your colorful descriptions just made my day. The way you described your face saying more than your words made me howl with laughter!! I sooo relate to that one. And your description of the GPS leading you down the 2 track forest trail… Such fun!! And so well written!!
I got a laugh out of your comment that you like your fish to taste like tartar sauce. Because I do too! Thanks for your website, articles and blog. I “get” how you perceive God and life. So my spirit receives a blessing whenever I read your writings.
Megan, you should consider writing a humorous book with some of these experiences. Soooooo funny! LOVE the kippers!!
When we lived in Amsterdam, there were food trucks everywhere that specialized in herring buns – being pregnant, that didn’t sound good at ALL, but I resolved to try one before we went back home with our new baby.
And so I did . . . and as you say, it tasted like FISH. It tasted exactly like what it was – raw herring on a white hot dog bun, sprinkled with diced raw onions. 😳
I guess I’m glad I tried it. And don’t mind at all being back with access to Chick-Fil-A and tartar sauce . . . . !