Travel Ireland: Castle Diaries

After a night out in a Belfast pub, Alli and I had just finished breakfast when we saw our new friend Billy. We had recently met the charismatic American on a ferry from Scotland to Northern Ireland, and shared a few songs and drinks into the wee hours of the morning.Before doorstep, Billy said: "If you're in the area Corofin two weeks, you should leave my castle party. "Our interest was peaked.He proceeded to tell us that his family owned a castle, and passed the period of travel companions, in the hope of a collection weekend in style medieval. He thanked us for the invitation, not believing the story, and said he would try to do it. Alli and I thought this offer was too good to be true. We do not want to be skeptical, but how many people actually owned a castle? We wonder if "King Billy" was a bit "out of throne.When nearly two weeks passed, we talked about trying to find the castle. We only had a general idea of where it should be, and actually I did not know that our host. Finally, thoughts of bunking in five hundred year old Irish castle inspired our romantic side and cancel each practice objections.Transport the small town of Dingle was not convenient for our final destination, so we decided to hitchhike. We walked a few miles before that a small car finally stopped screaming. We are approaching the car with sweet smiles on our faces, which quickly disappeared off the elderly woman screaming in seat.She driver shouted at us with a strong Irish accent, "Get in, come in, I'm late fer a funeral. Yar If not at this moment I am out. I just received and because he had a couple of garls "We are desperately large stuffed our backpacks through the small opening in the back seat and put them on ourselves. He complained to us about the dangers of hitchhiking around the disk, and stopped only long enough for us to pull the car in Lisdoonvarna. The small town is famous for its annual brokerage festival.Finally Corofin, got into the nearest bar to ask directions. We asked the waiter, a little 'embarrassed if there was a castle nearby and how we could find. Without hesitation, the man told us it was a bit "less than a mile down the road, and says we should be able to find easily.Excited, go out and turn after the end of the road before we saw a stone tower looming in the distance. Words, we have the speed and came to the door. With the smell of peat in the air and a stone tower dating from the rugged terrain that looked at each other in disbelief. At that time, Billy came with more than a welcome guests.After jovial, he entered the castle through a huge wooden door that opened with a surge in crack. Uncle Billy, an architect of the States, restored the castle, and from our point of view has done a wonderful job. The tower nearly 100 feet high, could not comfortably sleep ten and had three bathrooms with showers of stones altogether. The rooms vary from small to large rooms and suites more modest. Our room was basic, but full of fascinating antiques. The windows were narrow slits that exploited the sun and the moon so delicious. The large room on the ground floor was a large fire could be in a long wooden dining table and modern kitchen that retains the property of feel.Throughout town guests arrived the other day, and eventually there were ten of us representing six different countries. The energy of the headquarters of the impromptu meeting in an exceptional setting was electric and the first night was really surreal.Our, besides having access to a 15th century Irish castle, was also a renowned chef. Billy has prepared a hearty Irish lamb stew and sit on a table decorated with lots of fruit, bread, cheese, and the course of the jugs of wine. Fill out the candles we offer our good fortune and our host King Billy '. The energy never waned, and all were late getting to know each other. More candles were lit in the short brings us back to our rooms, it is not necessary, but helped keep the mood coming days our fellowship intact.The Motley fell into a routine. During the day I would go fishing, hiking, or sit and read by the fire. In the evening, feast and revelry. The food has always seemed better