Top of the morning, Monday

We are about to set out for our second day of walking. Admittedly, we are not as chipper as we were yesterday morning, but that will change shortly after we step out into the morning air.
Slept well last night, although I did awake some time around 4a.m., ready to go, thinking it was already 8a.m. Today we will hike 19K, with our destination being Dingle Village.

Monday, later that day.

Welcome to the harbor town of Dingle. And please, hold your jokes and chuckles. Okay, don't. Haha, yeah, it's kinda funny. But not to this town, apparently it's one of the most populated places we will see along this walking tour.
As we made our final descent into the village, we very happy to see our Bed and Breakfast (up on a hill again.) I don't know about everyone else, but my dogs are barking. We've walked about 19 miles between yesterday and today, (guestimate) and I have blisters the size of my head. Luckily, there's a few pubs within throwing distance.

So a side note, or rather a main note or highlight on the hike today: we went off the beaten path to a steep ascent. When we got to the top, all of both Dingle Bay and the Atlantic was visible. Felt like the kind of the world, post-op anyway, as Kyle noted.

We even took a Ship picture proudly displaying the Maxies t-shirt so it can be mailed to our beloved bartender, Craig.

Many beautiful views were around us today, and it is very interesting to note that from the tops of the hills there are visable divides between properties, that make the landscape look as though it is a patch-work style quilt of differing shades of green.

There have also been alot of dogs that pop up along the road and in the two villages that we have been to. Jesse, the black lab doggie from Annescaul, lead us nearly two miles outside of the town. We finally alluded him by Kevin screaming "JESSE GO HOME!!!!" at the top of his lungs, and the dog took one last longing look at us, and trotted back to meet the next crop of walkers coming into town that evening.

Oh and there were Jack Russells too!! So freaking cute, although all of my friends hate them and call them "footballs." Haters.

Sarah and I shared a fantabulous Bailey Ice Cream for dessert--by far a thing straight from the heavens. After a slow meander through the town, we headed back-not before a halarious trip to the bathroom that consisted of the river runneth through the room. Ugh.

Sarah also told me of a halarious incident in which some woman was trying to buy underware at the grocery. She seemed shocked when she couldn't tell the woman at the counter what she wanted, and looked straight at Sarah and asked her if the clerk spoke English. UM????!!!!! Wow--I really hope she wasn't from the US. No wonder the world hates us-some of us come off damn ignorant.

Tommrrow we're set to do 22K, which is approximately 2 miles more than today. Doesn't sound too bad, although there is a knarly blister on my toe that is fixin to be popped.