Today Evan Paul (a relative of mine around my age) is going to take me into Derry, Northern Ireland. It's about a half hour away. The Loyalists call it Londonderry.
The city is full of history and was an important city during the reform and The Troubles. It's nickname is The Walled City. For good reason. When we parked the car and walked over we were immediately fronted by a massive stone wall that rivals China's. We spent a few hours walking around the top of it, taking photographs, and looking at massive cannons. From the top of the wall you can see differences between neighborhoods outside. One Loyalist/Protestant neighborhood is painted in the British tri-colours: red, white, and blue. The Republican/Catholic areas are glowing with the Irish green, white, and gold.
We stop into a museum and look around. We also watch a shirt film about the history of Derry. If you asked me about Derry's history I'd give you the same answer a girl would give you if you asked her about a boy she's seeing.
It's complicated.
We leave the museum and walk about the wall looking at the guild hall, churches, and cannons. Lots of cannons.
Then we head off to Gringing Avalia (although it's spelled incorrectly it's even harder to pronounce). It's an ancient stone lookout post that could see for miles. The view is impressive.
We drive back to Carndonagh after a few hours of touring Derry. When we get back, Neily Is about to pick up Adam from work at the hotel so I go along for the ride. After we grab Adam Neily stops into Ballyliffin Golf Club so I can see it, just incase the weather won't let us play a round of golf tomorrow. It's been wet since Monday.
We get back to the house then decide to head to Lily's for a few pints before dinner. On the way we pass a big, old building.
"Your granny used to go dancing there, Neily tells me. "You paid a few pennies to get in, or you could bring a can of milk and get in free. Your granny Francey would sneak over to the neighbors house and milk their cow at night before going. They could never figure out why it would be dry some mornings. She could milk a cow better than any of the men as well."
That's my granny!
We head home for dinner and it's top-notch as usual. The mashed potatoes are amazing...
..and the butter.
The city is full of history and was an important city during the reform and The Troubles. It's nickname is The Walled City. For good reason. When we parked the car and walked over we were immediately fronted by a massive stone wall that rivals China's. We spent a few hours walking around the top of it, taking photographs, and looking at massive cannons. From the top of the wall you can see differences between neighborhoods outside. One Loyalist/Protestant neighborhood is painted in the British tri-colours: red, white, and blue. The Republican/Catholic areas are glowing with the Irish green, white, and gold.
We stop into a museum and look around. We also watch a shirt film about the history of Derry. If you asked me about Derry's history I'd give you the same answer a girl would give you if you asked her about a boy she's seeing.
It's complicated.
We leave the museum and walk about the wall looking at the guild hall, churches, and cannons. Lots of cannons.
Then we head off to Gringing Avalia (although it's spelled incorrectly it's even harder to pronounce). It's an ancient stone lookout post that could see for miles. The view is impressive.
We drive back to Carndonagh after a few hours of touring Derry. When we get back, Neily Is about to pick up Adam from work at the hotel so I go along for the ride. After we grab Adam Neily stops into Ballyliffin Golf Club so I can see it, just incase the weather won't let us play a round of golf tomorrow. It's been wet since Monday.
We get back to the house then decide to head to Lily's for a few pints before dinner. On the way we pass a big, old building.
"Your granny used to go dancing there, Neily tells me. "You paid a few pennies to get in, or you could bring a can of milk and get in free. Your granny Francey would sneak over to the neighbors house and milk their cow at night before going. They could never figure out why it would be dry some mornings. She could milk a cow better than any of the men as well."
That's my granny!
We head home for dinner and it's top-notch as usual. The mashed potatoes are amazing...
..and the butter.
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