Loving Limbo

Since discovering the news that we no longer live at 77A Chord Road, things have been in limbo. After Scott’s late night research uncovered hidden fees and administrative hurdles, we decided to abandon the idea of getting a Eurail passes. Flying with Ryanair and EasyJet is just as cheap. We are no longer on Plan B, more like Plan N. We’ve had more sample itineraries than we can count. So, despite copious Hipmunk searching, the only thing we’ve decided is to wait a little longer before we decide anything. It’s odd not knowing where we will be after September 20, especially for serial planners like Scott and I.

Our feeling of limbo went from metaphorical to actual when we hiked to the ocean on Sunday. A seemingly straightforward walk along the River Boyne morphed into a 15km turn about the Irish countryside. We did end up making it to the ocean, where a lovely, serene wildfowl park was the perfect setting for our picnic. CORNY ALERT!!! : We can’t help but see this journey as representative of where we are in our longer journey. Things will eventually get sorted, but for now we are simply enjoying being lost in the Irish countryside. 

Connor and Cliona, the couple with whom we recently wwoofed, have been helping us both enjoy the present and look forward to the future. Last Wednesday we had a delightfully drunken evening at their place. After dinner we stumbled to their nifty tree house to spend the night.

after a long walk we finally found the ocean

those are sheep, not boulders as Scott originally thought
until they started to move

the "new bridge" and I don't mean the McKay

Scott showing off his guns at the Battle of the Boyne

inside the tree house, or as we like to call it the tree mansion