Hey guys!! Welcome back to our blog! Our entire family will take turns

writing here to chronicle our summer vacation!!

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On the first day of summer we headed over to Calafia beach to do some boogie boarding.

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We justĀ had to stop at costco to get 4 new boogie boards and lunch.

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Brecken tested out the boogie board right away.

There were little tiny crabs all over the beach!

They were all washed up on the shore. Most were dead.

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We all dug crab graves and buried about 400 crabs.

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Ryker piled dead crabs on the boogie board.

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We finally decided to leave. We packed up the car and

drove over to the pool for swim team.

-Brinley

I’ve had a goal of running the St George Marathon for ev-er. For 10 years I’ve either been pregnant or nursing or missed the lottery. No excuses this year! So many people want to run they have to hold a lottery for entries. Got lucky this year, won a space, did some great training and then….

I broke my hand.

I was running before the sun came up, with my friend Nancy. Just an easy 5 miler that was supposed to be my last training run before the big Olympic Triathlon in San Diego and I tripped over a rock on the trail. I told Nancy right away that I was pretty sure I broke my hand. We only had a mile left to run back the the car and once we got there my hand was so swollen that I couldn’t get my ring off.

I went home, tried to get the ring off….and couldn’t…took some ibuprofen and iced my hand all day hoping it was just jammed or a sprain even though I knew better. I eventually went to Urgent Care late that night after Jason came home from work. They had to cut my ring off and the dumb doctor was hurting my hand so bad I told him I’d do it myself. I’m hoping the jewelers can repair it. I love that ring.

The nurse (murse) was in his 60s and told me he did century bike races. He said the Tri Gods were trying to tell me something and that there was a reason I shouldn’t be doing the San Diego Tri. He made me feel better because I was already pretty sure I was going to drown during the mile ocean swim.

So…with the fat splint on my RIGHT hand I can’t write, tie my shoes, button my pants, do my own ponytail, make sandwiches or pretty much anything else that I do every day. I had to skip the last 2 weeks of runs, including 2 long training runs and to top it off, the week before the race I had surgery on my left eye. I am falling apart people.

After a week with the splint I saw a hand surgeon who told me the break was worse than I was originally told…but thankfully no hand surgery. I broke the third metacarpel, which is the bone right in the middle of your hand under your middle finger, and I broke 2 places down my pointer finger, both right by the joints/knuckles. He said I would need some therapy to make my fingers work properly again and that I would probably have some early arthritis problems, which I already have. So crappy.

He DID make me a special cast. Kind of a sandwich cast, one on top of my arm and one on the bottom that is secured by a tight sports wrap specifically so I could run the marathon.

The Monday before the race I ran a 13 miler aided by a bunch of drugs and it was great so I decided to go ahead and attempt the big race.

At the top of the mountain with my long run ladies, Leslie and Nancy:

It wasn’t too cold at the top, which made us all a little nervous that it would be way tooooo hot at the finish.
Me and Nancy:

The 4 runners from the Las Flores Ward! Nancy, Aimee, Eric and Leslie:

One more before take off:

So the race starts, it’s great, I’m loving it and I run the first 12 miles with a girl I met on mile 2 from Riverton. Super nice and just my pace. We run an average 8:35 to ‘the big hill at 7′ and we’re feeling great. At mile 13 I know I have to use the port-o, because I have 6 kids people, and I tell them I’ll catch up.

I loose my friends and run 13-16 by myself and it’s still great. I find Leslie at 17 and I’m fine until we’re approaching 18 and I’m not fine. Really not fine. My legs were fine, my tummy was fine, but suddenly I had no energy and I bonked really bad. I was so mad! I was doing everything right and I could hardly move. I don’t know if it was poor nutrition during the week, the massive bag of candy I ate on the car ride to St. George or the altitude…probably a mix of it all. Up to 17 I was on pace for a 3:45 finish time, my ultimate goal. The last 8 miles were grueling because I really had no energy. I lost my friends and slowly jogged my way to mile 23. Can you see my purple stripes?

Jason, his grandparents and his cousin waited and waved right around mile 23:

They jumped into the car and dropped off Jason closer to the finish who ran over to get a picture of me crossing the finish line.

I went right through, stopped at the cooling shower station, and went right to the med tent to get my hand iced up. It was swollen and slightly throbby. I really only noticed it around mile 15 and again near the end when my shoulder started hurting because I was holding my arm close to my chest to protect it from the crowds of runners.

The finish line!

In the park there was a runners only space where they had all you could eat ice cream, drinks, fruit and bread. I’m glad I had my phone in my pack because I never would have found Jason. There were a million people there.

With my support group from mile 23! Jason, Aimee, Carol and John Stewart and Jonathan Clarke.

The St. George Temple was just a few blocks from the finish line and on our way to the car.

My Grama Jackie was yelling at mile 23.5, not very far from Jason and crew, and had a sweet sign. She met us back at the house so we could go get some lunch. Aimee and Grama Jackie

Isn’t my sign, and Grama, awesome! I loved it!

The recap: My time sucked, but I loved the race and will absolutely do it again next year! (Crossing my fingers to get lottery lucky again!) The course was amazing, it was extremely organized and so much fun!

St George Marathon 26.2miles
Aimee’s crappy time: 4:13:04
186th place Women 30-34 Division (Out of 480 woment)
909th place Women’s Division (Out of 2,548 women)
2582nd place Overall (Includes Men and Women combined, out of 5,711 runners who finished)

The numbers make it seem crazy, but I finished in the top 40%. Next years numbers will be even awesomer!

This year we had 4 swimmers on the Swim Team!

Taryn gathering with the team before the first meet.

Rory’s on deck!

Briney adjusts her goggles:

And she’s off!

This year we had lots of visitors come to swim meets….including Harrison!

Taryn liked to write trash on her back. It made her swim faster. Kind of.

Taggart had a great swim season!

He mastered ‘the flying squirrel’ dive.

Papa Ralph came to the last meet of the season, THE CHAMPS MEET.

Brinley swam an unbelieveable 100IM. She’s the youngest in the 8 and under division at barely 7 1/2. (This includes girls that are almost turning 9.) She creamed them all and won gold!

Among other amazing races, Rory won gold in the 50 yard Butterfly.

Daddy was proud!

Taggart loves the backstroke:

Taryn and Taggart fueling up for the next race:

Brinley resting between races. (And see, I was there too!)

The Breck came to every meet. Sometimes he rode in the backpack….

But most times he played a little iTouch with Ryker.

Three cute girls…

Add a brother…

Rock and roll. Our Swim Team is #1. We can’t wait for next season!

Some conquered others….but we’ll get to that in a minute.

Now that I’ve finally finished the Ireland posts, I’ll be doing a series covering all our sports including, softball, t-ball, swimming and a few races. Let’s get to it!

I’ve been asking Jason to do a 5k with me. For about 16 years. For real.
Instead, he signed us up for a triathlon. I’m not sure how that was easier or better than a 5k, but whatever! I had been thinking of doing a triathlon and even better that he was doing it with me!

We started training in May. It was a little more intense than either of us expected. Normally we’d train 6 days a week between an hour or two each day. It takes a lot of hours to fit in enough swim, bike and running to feel confident enough to finish the race. All that training and anxiety has really made our summer break fly by! May, June and July went by lightning fast and our August 6 Race Day was here before we felt ready!

We woke up at 4:30 in the morning, ate some oatmeal, picked up a babysitter at 5am and drove south to the Camp Pendlton Marine Base.

Unloading the bikes:

These huge hovercraft vehicles were all over the finish area.

We visited the finish line early and hoped we’d see it at the end:

We checked in, put our stuff in the transition area and from this view the ocean looked like some medium rollers. (In our dreams.)

We also visited the port-o-potties 82 times.

Jason at transition, wetsuit on and ready to start. (This means no more nervous potty breaks)

Aimee’s transition area. I was so worried that I forgot to lay something out and had to go over it a million times before I was satisfied.

We had a few friends doing the race with us! Jason and Jeff:

Jason and Tyson:

Once we were all set up we went down to the beach to wait for our heats to start. Jason was heat 8 and I was heat 12 which meant we both had to wait for a while and Jason started 20 minutes before I did.

Waiting on the beach with my friend Holly:

We were in our wetsuits and really had those nervous pees I mentioned earlier…but no time to do anything about it!

    THE RACE RUNDOWN


The swim was HORRIBLE. So scary and completely terrifying. The waves were enormous and the water was extremely choppy. It was supposed to be a 500 yard swim, but it turned into much more after we had to run a half mile down the beach to compensate for the riptide that ripped the first heat of swimmers way past the buoy. We sat for almost an hour of heats watching tons of people get rescued and pulled out of the water.

Within the first 2 minutes I thought I was going to drown and I wanted to quit. I actually looked for a lifeguard to save me but then thought how disappointed I was going to be if I didn’t finish. All that training! My bike was waiting for me! I just went into survival mode and decided I didn’t care how long it took me…just as long as I didn’t die.

I didn’t do more than 4 freestyle strokes over the entire swim. I dove under a few waves and miraculously didn’t get crashed or tumbled by any. Some how I floated over a few just before they crashed. My goggles were worthless and were so foggy and I couldn’t see if a wave was coming. It was frantic trying to wipe them out before the next wave came so I could dive under just to wipe them again. The worst feeling was when I had to turn the second buoy and go back towards the beach and through the waves again. So scary. The lifeguards would scream ‘Wave! Dive!’ so we didn’t have anything crash on our backs. I was so happy to be back on land! I really cannot believe I got through it!

Jason had some of the same feelings in the water. He said he couldn’t get a good breath because of his wetsuit and he could never get into any kind of swimming rhythm.

We all agreed the bike was awesome. It was a huge boost to pass hoards of bikers who had just creamed me on the swim and was only passed by one biker who I later passed in the run so she doesn’t count! My goal was to do the bike course in under 1 hour to compensate for the swim….In training I’ve never come near that distance in anywhere close to an hour, but I did the 19 miles in 1 hour 4 minutes. Awesome!

The transition to run was tricky. My legs wanted to go the same cadence I had ridden on my bike and my body couldn’t keep up. I was slipping all over the place. Once I got my bike racked, my gear off and my running shoes on I took off up the hill and my knees were on fire. That first mile was hard work. The rest of the run felt slow. I felt like my legs were heavy and I couldn’t get a great clip going.

It was a great feeling to see that finish line and attempt a tiny sprint. I do have to say that when I was done I probably could have continued running. We weren’t too tired and we weren’t sore at all the next day!

I pulled a bunch of pictures off the race photo website, so the resolution is very unclear…but there are some great shots. Jason and I coming in from the killer swim.

Tyson on the bike (he rode in the Mountain Bike division)

Tyson transitioning to the run:

Jeff on the bike (also Mountain Bike division):

Jeff ending the bike and finish line:

Jason, bike in and bike out:

Jason transitions from bike to run:

Jason finishes!

Just starting the bike while trying to wash all that sea water taste out of my mouth. Check out the girl behind me. Classic.

Aimee starting the run. It was brutal on the knees.

Jason finished and ran to the car to grab the camera and returned in time to take a few shots of me coming in for the finish.

I wanted to beat that ripped black guy.

Beat! He actually didn’t even try. 25 yds to the finish.

And the official finishing shots:

After the finish we got some water, oranges and nannies and visited with some friends before loading up our gear to go home.

We also used the port-os for the last time. (Those port-os are a huge part of racing people!)

So relieving not to be nervous anymore!

Loading up my slick new bike boyfriend. He sleeps in my spare room and I let the kids wipe him with baby wipes. I love him.

Camp Pendleton Sprint Distance Triathlon
500 yd Swim
19 mile bike
5K (3.1) mile run

    Jason’s times:

Swim 0:21:29
T1 0:02:40
BIKE 1:06:01
T2 0:01:09
Run 0:29:51
Overall: 2:01:10

    Aimee’s Times:

Swim 0:23:29
T1 0:02:38
BIKE 1:04:08
T2 0:01:00
Run 0:25:14
Overall: 1:56:29

Like I said, some conquered others.

Not sure if we’ll try to conquer that course next year because we hear that swim is always a killer….but we are signed up for an Olympic Distance (1.5K swim, 40K bike, 10K run) in September and another in October…..so we continue to train…..

We made a quick stop in Adaire, a quaint village with some thatched roof cottages. We did a little souvenir shopping here and bought some irish whistles for the kids. (In retrospect, what were we thinking?)

We were in Ireland for Valentines and timed it all just right to stay in Ashford Castle. It’s an amazing castle that dates back to 1228 that has been turned into a 5 star hotel. The outside was to be expected…old, castle-ish. I guess we expected the inside to be renovated to 20th century standards…not so much. It was still old and castle-ish and very dark and SCARY! The draperies were heavy and dark and there were scary pictures that looked at you. It was a labyrinth in there too. I’m glad Jason could find his way around. When we arrived it was raining and gloomy so we were unable to take the recommended stroll around the grounds and through the forest.

Unloading in the parking lot. Our car looked a little ridiculous there.

But once we were checked into our room we were very impressed! We were on a corner so we had windows looking out over different directions on the grounds.

Valentines Morning we took a very early morning walk around the enormous grounds. We were the only ones up so early. It was stunning!

Ashford Castle is on the very far Western Shore of Ireland. We drove straight across the country a few hours to the Eastern Shore and right into Dublin for our last full day night. We finished up our souvenir shopping and walked along the river through Dublin.

Valentines night we finally heard some great Irish Pub music and had dinner at The Merry Ploughboy.

We got home very late and had to get up very early to get on our flight home. We were so sad to leave. It was such an awesome trip! We put over 800 miles on our little rental car driving through the southern half of Ireland. Will we ever get to do it again?

Our awesome castle BnB was the first place we stayed that there were other boarders staying in the same house. It was the first time we had to share our breakfast table ‘family’ style and everyone knows that talking to strangers isn’t really Jason’s thing. We were lucky to have a very nice American family, a mom, her daughters and a fiancee who were all close to our age, so it wasn’t tooooo painful.

After our full Irish Breakfast, which we couldn’t choke down the irish sausage another time, we went to The Cliffs of Moher.

We started at the underground visitors center:

And finally made it up the The Cliffs. They are 2500 feet hight and have a spectacular view!

On one cliffs edge is the O’Brien’s Tower. You can pay to go up to the top and stand on a platform with no rails for an unobstructed view. A little scary, but such an amazing view!!

Next up, The Burren. Basically a barren wasteland full of craggy rocks. We drove and drove and drove the most scary, steepest and narrow roads to see one of the most photographed landmarks in all of Ireland, the Dolmen Poulnabrone. It’s another ancient neolithic tomb that looks like Stonehenge.

On the trail:

The Dolmen Poulnabrone:

It was one of those things that you have to see…..but it was so quick and after such a long drive…so not really worth it…..but we HAD to see it!

Another thing that Jason kept saying he HAD to see was the Ancient City Wall of Galway. It was fine with me until I heard it was in a mall. Lame. I don’t even go to the mall at home. I didn’t really want to go to the mall in Ireland. He had seen it on a travel show and thought it was cool because it used the ancient city wall in its construction.

The Wall in the Mall:

I still can’t believe he talked me into it, but we did do a little souvenir shopping and had a pretty good lunch. Randomly in Ireland they make some killer panini sandwiches.

We left Blarney Castle and drove a long, windy drive to Killarney. We hit lots of road construction through the mountains and arrived very late to our next BnB. We were the only visitors at this huge property. The owners were strange, our room was stinky, but it was a nice house. We went into Killarney town for dinner at the pub and had our worst meal of the entire trip.

Everything was reedeemed for Jason’s Birthday Morning when the owner at the BnB made us our best breakfast ever with porridge (that I just can’t duplicate!!) and the most delicious eggs benedict. Jason had Irish Pancakes, which we’ve now made for our kids several times. Basically it’s a very thin pancake, almost like a crepe, just thicker like a pancake and rollable. Filled with jelly and very giant. I think about this breakfast all the time. So yum.

This was a big drive day and we drove lots of miles up and around the Dingle Peninsula. We saw lots of fun things to do, but since we were off-season not a single thing was open. Not a pub, restaurant, store…nothing. So, lots of driving.

We saw some great ocean views!

Along the way was an “Early Man Site” that we pulled over to take a look at. We only stayed for a few minutes because it was FREEZING.


It had a stunning view:

Dingle has some beautiful beaches and cows live right on them.

The Birthday Boy wished for surfing, but the ocean was very violent and the beach was completely empty. We did have about 10 minutes of warmness at Rock Beach.

Visiting another awesome lookout point, by this time we were froze again:


It’s hard to see the whitewater. The waves were enormous.

Jason had planned for us to visit an old stone fort and an early Christian church site. We were able to visit, but it was a bit of a let down after all the amazing castles. The Dingle Gallerus Oratory:

After completing the drive around the entire peninsula we rove up to the Bunratty Folk Town and Castle. Our kids would have loved this place. It was an actual village that was set up to show actual town life. The castle was the only one we visited that was furnished and we were able to explore on our own. Again, it would have been better to visit in the summer because lots of the village was closed and there were no winter demonstrations.

Bunratty Castle

I say slippy all the time. It’s a real word in Ireland everybody.

Steep slippy tower stairs:

The Dungeon:

Windy at the top of the castle:

Bunratty Castle

Our third BnB was not far from Bunratty in Newmarket-on-Fergus. It was a HUGE castle looking house with massive grounds.
The owners were very chatty and super nice. The husband offered Jason a birthday drink and showed him his Harley collection. Our room had an amazing view of the intersection of the rivers Shannon and Fergus.

The owners suggested a Birthday Dinner back in Bunratty at Durty Nelly’s, a pub open since the 1620’s.

Birthday #34:

We woke up to a fabulous breakfast at our B&B. The Irish style bacon is definitely better than the US, but the black and white sausage is the grossest thing I have ever eaten. When I think about it I get a little barfy still.

We trusted our GPS again and took the long round about country way to see Jerpoint Abby which is a Cistercian abbey, founded around 1250.

Although the tombs and carvings were interesting it was very cold and pouring rain. We were also the only visitors there that day.

So, we hopped back in our trusty car and headed over to Cashel which was probably only 20 minutes away but took us about 45. It looks to me like Jason is ready to trade in his truck for this babe magnet.

To get to the Rock of Cashel we had to take this road. All the roads are so narrow and it is SO scary when you’re on a road like this and a huge delivery truck comes flying at you.

The Rock of Cashel happens to be one of the most visited heritage sites in Ireland. It has a huge collection of Celtic art and carvings and was the seat of the Kings of Munster. The tower is the oldest structure built in 1100.

The grounds around the structures are mostly cemetery. There were headstones so old you couldn’t read the inscriptions and then there were some from the 1990’s. How do you even get permission to be buried somewhere like this? The rock also held a huge collection of high crosses, a popular irish symbol, which you can see in the background:

The view from The Rock:

This is when our ‘trusty’ GPS became a huge problem. We were trying to get to Kenmare and navigating a little bit blindly. We were on the freeway and could see signs telling us we were going the right direction, but our GPS had us off in no-mans land and kept trying to re-route us. Before we knew it we were way off course, had long passed our turn and you cannot turn around very easily. There aren’t off ramps and immediate on ramps like the US. Plus the signs are in Gaelic and English and are so confusing. Irish Freeways are so annoying.

Suddenly we were all the way in Cork, which is nowhere near Kenmare. We had previously decided Cork was a city we did NOT want to visit! Since we were already there, and had been driving for such a long time, we decided to visit the most popular attraction in Cork before skipping Kenmare completely and moving on to our next B&B in Killarney.

The Blarney Castle in Cork was built around 1210:

The draw of Blarney Castle is to kiss the Blarney Stone. Legend has it that you will never be at a loss for words and you will be able to speak so eloquently that you will have anything you desire. In the summertime you have to wait for hours to kiss the stone. We didn’t have to wait at all….one bonus of off season touristing.

First you climb up the SKINNY, NARROW, SCARY tower stairs that spiral straight up. Your legs turn to jello, your heart starts beating fast, you’re arms get shaky and once you get to the top you start freaking out. There is a very narrow pathway on top of the castle that leads to a HOLE in the side of the roofing where you HANG UPSIDE DOWN 10 STORIES UP and kiss the underside of the stone ledge. IT IS SO SCARY.

Jason is afraid of heights. I knew I had to go first or we would have both chickened out. If I did it, Jason would have to man up! So you sit on the ledge and the man there helps you lean backward and holds you upside down while you give the stone a kiss. You feel like you are going to go straight over the edge. It’s hard to see in the pictures but you really have to lean back and down quite a ways. Thankfully they have some metal bars to hold onto. It gives me the willys just to look at the pictures. Really, it’s SO SCARY!

Aimee kisses the Blarney Stone:

Jason kisses the Blarney Stone

A picture after the kiss up on top of Blarney Castle:

The stairs coming down are pretty scary too. So happy I made it back to the ground!

From the ground, looking up to the spot we hung upside down to kiss the Blarney Stone. It’s right above the windows in the front. The picture doesn’t do the height justice at all.

The Blarney Castle Grounds were absolutely beautiful. Most everything is green in the winter, but lots of the trees and shrubs had no leaves. It would be amazing in the spring when everything is in bloom. Still, it was very enchanting. This area is called the Rock Close and contains an ancient sacrificial altar, a Druid’s Circle, a hermit’s cave, a witch’s kitchen, and wishing steps:

It is believed that the first Irish cave dwellers lived in this area and eventually a witch lived here. Lore says she was cursed an lives by daylight in a stone and comes out at night. The Witch’s Kitchen:

These are the Wishing Steps. If you can walk down and back up these steps with your eyes closed backwards – and without stopping for one moment to think of anything other than a wish, then that wish will come true within a year. It was slippery and extremely steep. I couldn’t do it. I was too afraid to fall into the river at the bottom of the steps so my wish probably won’t come true.

Back near the castle we explored the Poison Garden:

We explored the Badgers caves that are tunnels of darkness that take you to Cork, the lake and Kerry. They are DARK.

The annoying freeways ended up leading us to one of the best sights on our entire trip. Blarney Castle was so awesome!

Next up: Jason’s Irish Birthday.

We don’t go on many hot dates, but on a whim we bought some spankin’ cheap tickets and had a week-long hot date to the Emerald Isle. It was winter. It was windy. There were few daylight hours. It was more of a freezing cold date than a hot date, but the trip fulfilled one of Jason’s dreams to return to his homeland and we loved every bit of it!

We flew from Los Angeles to New York and on to Dublin. The flight from LAX to NY is approximately the same distance as the flight from NY to Dublin. We had a LONG layover in NY so it made for long overnight travel time and we arrived very early in the morning Dublin time. Our in flight map:

All the pictures are a mix of good camera and iPhone camera so we could send instant pictures to our kids. Here’s our first iShot from the plane:

Driving on the wrong side of the road and the wrong side of the car was SCARY. It was very stressful and there was lots of yelling and cringing and eye covering. No cussing by the driver, but almost. The law requires renters to pay for extra insurance which ‘we’ used in the first 40 minutes we had the car.

We carefully navigated up north through Drogheda and over to Newgrange which was at the top of Jason’s too see list and totally worth the stop. He was extra excited he was in Ireland!

Newgrange is a neolithic tomb/temple and was constructed over 5,000 years ago (about 3,200 B.C.), making it older than Stonehenge in England and the Great Pyramid of Giza in Egypt. It’s a huge attraction for the illumination of its passage and chamber by the winter solstice sun.

We hiked up the trail toward the tomb entrance. No pictures are allowed inside but it’s a puzzle of stones built up to make rooms and covered by layers of dirt and rocks and hidden in a hill. We were amazed that people were able to build such an intricate structure without modern day construction tools and vehicles.

There are a few lesser tombs on the property and hundreds in all of Ireland.

Our tour guide said the views from Newgrange were amazing….but it was rainy and the visibility was pretty poor. Here’s the view off toward the Hill of Tara where the ancient kings of Ireland resided.

We headed west to Trim to check out it’s castle made famous from the filming of Braveheart.

We figured out pretty quick that winter is not a big tourist season and the castle was closed. We were only able to walk around the grounds but it was no biggie to this guy, he was just happy to be in Ireland!

We spent our first Euros on some hot chocolate to warm up. Irish hot chocolate = barely flavored chocolate hot water. Boo.

A better look at our buggy car. It was roomier that we expected and thankfully fit both our bags. We figured gas was around $8US a gallon. (They sell it by the liter and the dollar was not a great exchange for a euro.) Since we put over 800 miles on our car throughout the trip we were glad we didn’t have a gas guzzler.

We drove into Dublin, checked into our hotel and went out on foot to explore and find some dinner. We walked near Trinity College, down Grafton Street and ran right into O’Donoghue’s Pub where we had an awesome irish dinner!

The next morning we went out on foot again and started at St. Patrick’s Cathedral.

All the sidewalks are imprinted every few yards with Taggart’s name so we took a picture for him. I told you it’s Irish, people.

We walked miles around Dublin and saw actually saw lots of fabulous places: Dublin Castle, Trinity College, Trinity College nasty bathrooms, The Book of Kells and the Long Room….all of which you aren’t allowed to take pictures. Maybe you could have taken pictures of the bathrooms but they were pretty dark and had blue lights. I don’t know how to take pictures in blue light.

Dublin was busy, but great! Jason on the cobbled alley by Dublin Castle:

We took off for our first Bed and Breakfast in Kilkenny. Our GPS didn’t recognize the major freeways and we ended up taking every tiny country road and probably drove hours longer than necessary. We saw a lot of sheep.

Kilkenny Castle:

The castle grounds were enormous and on one side held a city playground. What an awesome place to hang out at the playground!

Inspired by the awesomest jerseys in the league, Taryn’s team named themselves the Highlighter Hello Kitties.

Taryn was extremely aggressive and got lots and lots of goals!!!

Taryn is a super fast runner too.

At Taryn’s end of season party, her coach said she was a great player!
Taryn and Coach Brian:

Taryn played some awesome soccer this season!

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