Of course Gaelic Football was a snap because it is so closely related to soccer. We had to keep reminding each other that we can use our hands :) the hardest thing to master was running with the ball at our feet and then bending over to scoop it up. You can't just pick it up though, you have to chip it to yourself so to speak. Not a normal position at all!
Hurling is a little like lacrosse and field hockey. So it's weird. Much more hand-eye is needed and it takes a little bit to get down the skill work involved. They were telling us that young children walk around supermarkets and the park and such when out with the family to learn how to balance and move with the ball on the hurl. Crazy.
Handball, so NOT my sport. I don't know of it's because I have tiny hands or what but, no bueno. Won't be going pro on that one. Sorry to disappoint.
By the time we got back to the hostel it was after two. We showered and hung around the hostel for a while. We are both tired and even though we are sad to see it end, can't wait for home.
We went for a traditional pub tonight and stumbled upon the Old Storehouse.
I got seafood chowder with brown bread and of course...
I got seafood chowder with brown bread and of course...Bill had Guinness stew and mash. Both very good. We were so full we had to walk around for a little so we did some window shopping and browsing.
Tomorrow is our last day in Ireland, and on our journey... Sniff. Finishing up with the touristy things and our last dinner, maybe some shopping, who knows!
I am just so thankful for this time I have had traveling and experiencing Europe, but home is calling!























































