Blarney Castle was flat wonderful. It was odd to get the real feeling of passing through someone’s home long after they are gone. The family room was epic. Here’s some video of it:
It was great to go through the dungeon as far as we could and then come back.
We kissed the Blarney Stone at the top, and partook in that ritual that assigned particular qualities to a thing. To believe.
But it was the quality of “home” that felt odd to me. That we were walking through a home that belonged to someone. To a family that had dinners and slept and walked up stairs one by one. If you’ve ever walked through an apartment you were looking to rent, and the existing tenants were still there, you know the feeling. You walk through, replacing their lives with yours.
Waiting for the bus in Blarney was fun. It felt right an normal and interesting, like we weren’t in a well-oiled machine. And it felt cool to have downtime out in the open rather than in the hotel room.
