Donegal and Carlyn appears to drink a beer!

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I'm sure that someone somewhere in Donegal has an internet connection but I had no access to one at all. It was like going back to the stone ages of not knowing how my loved ones were doing because I couldn't connect with them for three whole days. What did we ever do before that fabulous Al Gore invented the fabulous Internet? My, my, how spoiled we have become.
Anyway, we were in Donegal for three days and by we I mean myself, Carlyn and my wonderful Aunt Brighidin and Uncle Pearse. After a lot of miscommunication on my part my Uncle finally got it through my thick head that he and my Aunt were planning to drive Carlyn and I up to Donegal and show us around. This was so very unexpected and very welcome as we were planning on renting a car and driving ourselves up and had we done so we could very well be up there still trying to find the road to Dublin and swearing the sheep we just passed looked vaguely familiar. So they drove us up and all around once we got there and we couldn't be more grateful. They are wonderful traveling companions and I really love them because they laugh at all my jokes even when they aren't funny!
The reason for the trip up to Donegal was to see my Uncle Shem and his family and get more of a feel for the Doogan side of the family. We had dinner with Shem and family the first night we were there, Carlyn got wacky and drank a beer although the picture doesn't actually prove she did but I saw her so I know she did and it's the only one she's had since we got here but that is a different story altogether. The second day in Donegal we went to Glen Veigh National Park, which consists of a beautiful castle on a lake and no the castle never belonged to the Doogan's (although I learned from my Aunt Nodlaig that the IRA occupied it for a short time around the time of the civil war in the 1920's and since my Aunt Sheila was a part of the women's branch of the IRA she would go up and make food for the lads, which probably went a long way to ending the occupation earlier than it might have due to the fact that she was a terrible cook) but I love going there because it's a beautiful setting.
That evening Carlyn opted to stay in rather than go to dinner so I had Pearse and Brighidin all to myself and they talked my ear off. I loved every minute of it because I believe that when I was growing up I would have loved to have Aunts and Uncles around all the time and I didn't so I'm soaking it up while I can.
We headed back to Dublin the next day by way of Slieve League. The photos of the rocky path and the cliffs tumbling into the sea are Slieve League and it was spectacular. The weather was pretty good for viewing the cliffs, could have been better but I have learned that in Ireland whenever you aren't getting rained on it's a pretty good day.
We are back in Dublin now and spent the afternoon at my Aunt Nodlaig's house having lunch and being entertained by her wonderful story telling. When I was a kid I loved my Aunt Nodlaig, she always sent us the best books and letters that should have been turned into books they were so creative.
That's it for now, I must close my eyes.