Lisanisky House

I am a complete idiot when it comes to putting photos on my blog and actually labeling them because apparently what I consider labeling a photo means something completely different to those who know what the hell they are doing. I will instead give you a narration as if I was conducting a slide show, one you can simply walk away from if you get bored and I will never be the wiser.
The first photo is of my cousins Ginny and Sarah with me at Clonmacnoise. We were very irreverent as we walked around the grounds made up of a Cathedral, a church and the resting place of St. Ciaran among other things, laughing as we tried not to step on the graves of the dearly departed. Hopefully we will not burn for our behavior.
The next photo is the actual resting place of St. Ciaran, the man who built the first church on Clonmacnoise. I took it for Keiran since they have the same name.
Then next is the girls having dinner at Sarah's house. We ate, drank and made merry until 3 in the morning and I did not turn into a pumpkin even though it has been at least 10 years since I purposely stayed up past 11:30. The dinner was delicious, the conversation by turns serious, hilarious, comtemplative and ridiculous. I loved being with all these women who I am related to and finding out we have so much in common despite growing up thousands of miles away from each other.
When we first got to Sarah's house we took a walk around the grounds. Enda built a beautiful wall out of stones taken from an out building that was falling down. It is a beautiful wall and must have taken days to build and doesn't really need to be held up my Uncle Pearse just has a way of bringing out the clown in me.
I love the view from her orchard, especially when the sun is shining, which it did for us the day we arrived.
Finally we have Derek and myself on the pier on Dun Laoghaire. It was again a beautiful morning with the sun shining thanks to my weather controlling super power.