We heard the best way to adapt to time change ( 8 hours for this pack of Worcesters) is to go all day until evening then get to bed a bit earlier. That was the plan. So with no sleep for over 24 hours, we (meaning Aaron) drove out of the Dublin airport, heading further north to Newgrange in the Boyne valley.
On the way there I saw an old tower and old, old, old stone houses. Unfortunately, no pictures were taken because we sped by them before I could even register what I saw. But back to our next destination.
Word on the street is that Newgrange is one of several burial sights for a culture of men that historians know next to nothing about other than they picked a beautiful spot to build and they were farmers. They (meaning historians I suppose) feel it was constructed over 5,000 years ago making it older than Stonehenge and the Great Pyramid in Egypt.
No matter who built them or what they were built for, I have to say it was impressive and rustically beautiful.
|these are ALL stones...all of them!|
From there we drove to Belfast to find our B and B, Roseleigh house.
But it wasn't as easy as we thought it would be to get from point A to point B. Since there are very few visible street names OR numbers, it became more difficult to reach our destination, as Belfast is a pretty large place. Even our GPS couldn't tell us the exact place. So after circling around the block where this place was supposed to be 4 times or so, Aaron pulled over on the sidewalk. Not beside, but ON. I was semi-freaking out about the parking job but as we sat in the car and looked around- voila- we saw the sign for the B and B across the street. Oh and it turns out that however and wherever you want to park in Ireland is allright with them. And allright with me.....'cause I was ready for a little down time.