Not every day in Ireland was amazing, over the top fun. Some days were pretty ordinary but still fun. Like day 3 was.
Let's start out with something that became pretty routine for
us Aaron: driving the rental car. He initially decided it would be a good choice both size wise and financially to rent a small car and we became the proud foster parents of a Nissan Micra.
Little Mr. Micra liked to be driven on the left side of the road, so Aaron obliged and I came along for the ride.
We saw signs printed in words we could not pronounce,
at speeds we (originally) couldn't comprehend.
Then, we saw sheep and they saw us.
But that wasn't all we saw that day. We also payed a visit to Castle Coole. It was built in 1798 as a summer house. House? Don't be fooled by the name, it's actually not a castle but a VERY large, very "grand house". I fell for Castle Coole because, A) It was the first ridiculous/grand house we took a tour of, and B) I kept imagining one of Jane Austen's characters visiting or living in a house just like this. It was impressive, gaudy....and pretty wonderful.
I decided that it should've been mine.
But unfortunately, it wasn't for sale and a little sheep told me that even if it was, I wouldn't be able to afford it.
So we decided upon something else we could afford.
It was good.