Saturday, February 19, 2011

Exploring Ireland: County Galway, Ireland (part 1)

My Recommendations:

Must Do's ...

  1. Aran Islands - be sure to plan your purchase ferry tickets in advance
  2. Galway City - enjoy the many pubs, shops, and the nightlife is a must!
  3. Clonalis - ancestral manor of The O'Connor Clan now a B&B

What You Can Skip ...
  1. Temple Gate Hotel - Ennis, Ireland

I back-tracked south to the city of Ennis to find a hotel for the evening.  Stacey would arrive early in the morning from London so I needed to be at nearby Shannon Airport to pick her up.

My first impression of Ennis was not the best.  It was a gray, chilly, rainy evening and the downtown area was dead.  With its cobblestone streets, it seemed this was a sleepy little city/big town that may have, at one time, been bustling but the economy had taken its toll.  (Later on my trip I would learn just how wrong was my impression.)

I checked into Temple Gate Hotel in quaint, albeit dead, downtown Ennis.  It is a family-owned hotel where the staff is very friendly but the rooms and food are simply adequate.

As soon as I walked into the airport, I saw my dear friend coming towards me.  It was so fantastic to see Stacey!!  It had been two years since we'd last seen each other.  In 2008, I had flown to Bath, UK on a business trip then spent the weekend in London celebrating Stacey's birthday.  My relationship with this dear friend is one of those very special friendships which never feel the physical absence once reunited.  I'm missing her greatly as I now write.  Stacey and I met in Venezuela back in 2000, which is a separate posting for a later day.

Connacht ~ Land of the O'Connor Clan
Galway is on the edge of Connacht (Connaught), which is obviously one of the western provinces of Ireland.  Connacht is made up of counties Galway, Leitrim, Mayo, Roscommon, and Sligo.  Connacht is named after the Connacht dynasty, the O'Conor clan.  The current senior representative is The O'Conor Don.  The holder of The O'Conor Don title since the year 2000 is Desmond O'Conor Don.  Forget what I said about the O'Brien Clan rule, the succession of O'Conor descent continues unbroken since 76AD, making it one of the oldest royal families in Europe!

According to the former O'Conor Don's obituary published in the Irish Times on 7/22/2000, "it is generally acknowledged that the holder of the title would be the foremost claimant to the Irish throne, if one were proposed. Over the last few hundred years, members of the O'Conor family have continued to contribute to the social, political, cultural and religious life of Ireland. The fact that they remained staunchly Catholic during the dark days of the Penal Laws in the eighteenth century, is a source of great pride."  This type of ancestral thinking is a bit old-school for Americans, given we're such a new country.  But I must admit, I like it.

Here are a few sites for more information on O'Conor, including Clonalis, the ancestral country manor that is now a B&B (I really must stay here the next time I visit Ireland):


Galway City

Galway Time!    (photo by Stacey)

Stacey & I had planned to spend the day hiking/cycling on the Aran Islands and then kick up our high heels in Galway that night.  Unfortunately, I had received bad information regarding the ferry service to the islands and we were unable to get there. My list of must see's for my return trip to Ireland was getting incredibly long.  I felt really bad as Stacey has been to Ireland many, many times, (she has relatives who live there) but had never been to the Islands and was so looking forward to it.  But we ended up having a fabulous day anyway!

Upon arrival in Galway, a city of several colleges, we quickly realized it was a national holiday weekend.  Unlike the US, on these 3-day weekends the Irish leave the countryside to spend the weekend in the city.  (In the US, we flee the city for beaches, country B&B's, et al.)  What was quite interesting is that each major city in Ireland had a festival for the weekend each with a different theme.  That weekend Dublin and Belfast hosted a Maritime Festival, Cork hosted a Bandon Music Festival, Kilkenny hosted a Comedy Festival, and Galway hosted a .... wait for it ... LITTLE HAVANA FESTIVAL!!  Being that I love to salsa dance, I was BEYOND excited!!

The downtown sea-side area has cobblestone roads and is lined with shops and Irish pubs...not what I typically think of when I think of a latin quarter.  There were several bands playing simultaneously at different locations throughout the days and nights.  It was such a warm and sunny weekend that the streets were jammed with people, shops were overflowing, and outdoor cafes bustling.


(photo by Stacey)

We decided the first thing we should do was find a place to stay that night ~ we were a bit concerned we would end up having to stay outside the city.  We did, however, find a very clean, basic room above a tavern, Garvey's Inn, on Eyre Square  (officially renamed John F. Kennedy Memorial Park as he visited just before his assassination).  Perfect location as it was still in the main area and walkable to the festival, but far enough away that we would be able to sleep at night.  We were both a bit hesitant at first, but we were willing to 'rough it' in order to keep from having to drive to hotel out of the city.  And, it was very clean and the staff very friendly.

Eyre Square (Kennedy Memorial Park)

Eyre Square



Garvey's Inn

We settled in our room and headed out to explore.  We found an adorable restaurant in the middle of the festival and sat outside to enjoy a glass of wine and some lunch.  We ended up spending a couple hours there as we had so much to catch up on.  There was a couple next to us who were absolutely gorgeous.  Seriously, he was a beautiful as she was.  They fell into conversation with the two women sitting on their other side.  One thing I had planned to do in Galway was to buy a Claddagh ring at the shop of Thomas Dillon, original designer and official makers of the ring.  (See my earlier post entitled Traveling with Jewelry for the history and meaning of this traditional Irish 'love' ring.) As luck would have it, the shop was across the street from our cafe.

Thomas Dillon shop

I purchased what became a much treasured ring.  

The funny thing about this is ... all of my life I thought this was such a cheesy-looking ring.  

I get it now.  

In fact, I'm admitting right here in front of God and the world that I now love the movie Leap Year which is about unexpected & poorly-timed real love, Ireland, and features the Claddagh ring.  Very romantic.  (Click the link for the very sweet trailer.)  

(photo by Stacey)

Here is an array of ring applications:


 Women's Rings:


Men's Rings:
 

Stacey and I spent the afternoon strolling through the shops, the festival booths, gazing at the architecture and graffiti (Stacey loves taking photos of graffiti), and the city in general.

(photo by Stacey)




(photo by Stacey)
(photo by Stacey)


(photo by Stacey)
A booth at the street fair.


(photo by Stacey)

Such an incredibly beautiful building that I came back to view it often.


(tile inlaid into the 'Wedgewood' building above)

On the seafront, we came up something that was so funny-looking to me.  There was something similar to a giant pool cut out of the concrete.  In it, men were in kayaks and playing what looked like water-basketball.  It was some sort of tournament and went on all day, all weekend.  It just gave me a giggle everytime I saw it.  

 
We also found the very historical and lovely original site of Claddagh, once a fishing village on the western outskirts of Galway.  Here is where Claddagh, Ireland used to be:


We rested a while in our room with a cup of lovely tea.  I'll never forget the the curtains blowing in the window and chatting with my friend.  That night, once we regained our energy, showered, and donned our heels, we headed out on the town for some nightlife.  The pubs were full as were the streets.  Just inside the doorways of the pubs were tables of stacked plastic cups.  Take all the beer you want into the streets, just not glass.  We ran into the beautiful couple who sat next to us at the restaurant and spent the evening with them, some old friends of theirs from Cork, and the women they were talking to at the restaurant.  One of their friends from Cork is a flight attendant on Aer Lingus.  The guy in the couple was originally from Galway, so he knew his way around.  Very late that night, we ended up at Halo Nightclub where we danced until 3:30am.  I so needed a dance night that even when my group left the dance floor, I remained.  It was simply too much fun and long overdue!

But, sadly, Stacey was scheduled to fly back to London the next day.  36 hours with a dear friend simply isn't enough time.
 


Next up:  Connemara district of County Galway (Clifden, Kylemore Abbey); County Mayo (Matt Malloy's Pub); and, a special farewell evening in Ennis ...

Monday, February 14, 2011

Love, Love, Love!

What is life without it?




Thursday, January 27, 2011

Traveling with Jewelry

Just about every woman I know who travels a lot, whether for business or personal, at some point in time has a 'jewelry dilemma' that changes her jewelry travel habits forever.

A friend just asked for tips on how to let go of the horrible feeling after losing jewelry on a trip.  She travels globally for business and was on her way back to the US when she put her earrings in a tissue and placed it inside her coat pocket during the flight home.  And, given this was not her usual travel habit, when she got home she cleaned her pockets and put the tissue in the trash.  How terrible she must be feeling!

Ironically, I just went through the same thing.  I was saving this story for my last Exploring Ireland post, but I'll share now ... 

While in Ireland, I made a point to stop in the Thomas Dillon store in Galway to buy a silver Claddagh ring.  They are the original makers of the Claddagh ring and the oldest jeweler in Ireland.  Established in 1750, this is their only shop & their rings are officially stamped "Original" with a hallmark by the Irish Assay Office located in Dublin Castle.  (See my first post on Ireland for photos of Dublin Castle.)  The Claddagh Ring is worn as a token of friendship, love, or even as an engagement or wedding ring.  The heart symbolizes love; the hands = friendship, and the crown = loyalty. 



I treasured this ring and wore it daily.






On my last night in Ireland, a very special night, a woman told me that if you're taken, you wear the ring with the heart facing you.  If you're not in a relationship, you wear it with the heart facing out.  This way, potential suitors know if you're available.  Very sweet.

Here are the specifics around the wearing of the ring:
1.  when it's worn on the right ring finger with the heart pointing out, the person is free of any romantic attachment; 
2. when worn on the right ring finger with the heart pointing in, the person is romantically involved;
3. when worn on the left ring finger, the person is engaged or married.

However ...
I recently began working in a new office.  As such, my daily habits were off a bit.  And one day, I lost my ring.  The last I remember, I had placed it on my desk.  I don't know what happened to it.  Did I knock it off & the cleaning crew swept it up?  Did I mistakenly through it in the trash with tissues (I was nursing a terrible cold).  I don't know.  I was so upset.

What I do know is that it took me a good two weeks to let it go.  My saving grace, unlike that of my friend mentioned above, is I simply need to wait for a cheap flight to Shannon and take a weekend trip to Ireland.  I'll be able to replace my ring, plus drive further north than I was able to get last spring.

Traveling with jewelry.

I used to travel with my good jewelry, and jewelry to match every outfit.  Then I had all of it stolen from my suitcase in a hotel while at a business conference. I was distraught.  Some of the jewelry were very special gifts that had been custom designed for me. The only way I was able to 'let it go', was to continuously remind myself that they were just things and the memories attached to them would always be with me.  It took a while, but it finally worked.

I did learn my lesson though.  Now, my jewelry travel habit is this:

- I only travel with costume jewelry, and nothing expensive.
- I try to take only what I wear on the plane ... 1 pair of earrings, 1 necklace or bracelet, 1 ring.  And I make sure they match all outfits, and that they do not set off the airport security screeners.
- If I need to take a few more pieces of jewelry, I carry them either in a ziplock baggie in my purse or in a small jewelry pouch in my briefcase.
- When I take my jewelry off, even if I'll put it back on in a few hours, I always put it in the baggie or pouch.

It's all about being intentional in our travel habit.

And remembering that they are just 'things.'

Shouldn't today be a play day?

Today is fantastic after another major snow fall!  There's 19" in Central Park.  Hm, I'm thinking snow angels & hot chocolate after work today. 



Sunday, January 23, 2011

Exploring Ireland: County Clare, Ireland (part 3 of 3)

My Recommendations:

Must Do's ...

  1. Cliffs of Moher
  2. The Burren 
  3. Burke Clan history (de burgh, de burgo, bourke)
  4. Paddy Burke's Pub and Oyster Restaurant (finally, a bit about my family ... House of Burke)

What You Can Skip ...
  1. And still ... nothing.

I didn't spend time at Dromoland but simply drove the grounds.  Originally, I had hoped to be able to spend an afternoon there and enjoy 'afternoon tea.'  I so enjoy a formal afternoon tea.  (There's a lovely place just 2 blocks from my home that serves it and I'm ashamed to admit that I've never visited.  I must remedy that soon.)  But it was only 10am and I wanted to get further north.  I had already decided this would be one country that I would allow myself to do a 'repeat' (visit again versus visit a country I hadn't been to yet) and afternoon tea at Dromoland will have to happen on that trip.

As I continued my journey toward the Cliffs of Moher, the further northwest I drove the more overcast the sky.  There was a nip in the air and occasionally a few raindrops fell.  Still, the countryside was beautiful.  Just a little ways south of the cliffs, I stopped at a restaurant on the roadside and had a bite to eat.  The overcast and light drops of rain gave me the feeling of being in the Ireland we see so often in movies.  Despite the nippiness, I had a warm feeling from being in my ancestral homeland.

Cliffs of Moher
There is something very moving to me about certain large coastal cliffs.  The first time I saw the Amalfi Coast I experienced an overwhelming internal sense of awe that I felt I was slowing expanding, like a balloon, and would eventually burst.  I experienced the same feeling as I drove the coast of Big Sur, listening, by chance, to Santana and Placido Domingo performing Novus.

I did not have this same experience as I drove up to the Cliffs of Moher.  The drive isn't along the cliff side but through the countryside to a parking lot.  As I walked towards the cliffs from the lot, I simply felt I was walking to some touristy view of a roadside something.

And then ... I was rendered breathless.















The cliffs are ~700 feet high (200 metres) and extend for over five miles (8 kilometres).  They're composed of limestone and shale which gives them their alternating cream and black layers.
The winds blowing up and over the cliffs can be extremely ferocious.  Gusts arise suddenly and can topple a person over the cliff if it weren't for the fence.



Looking back towards the east, you can see Liscannor Bay. 



Turning to the northern part of the cliffs is O'Brien's Tower.  Built during the last century as a tea house, it no longer serves tea but offers spectacular views of the cliffs, the Atlantic Ocean, and the Aran Islands which lie just a bit northwest.  Can you imaging sitting there and enjoying afternoon tea?  That must have been an amazing experience!

Getting closer looks at the tip of the photo above ...



Turning to walk back down the hillside toward my car, this view of cattle grazing in the field between the cliffs and the parking lot caught my attention.  Not only did this seem very out of place, but at some point the sun had come out and shining on this field made the brightness of the colors a beautiful sight (although this photo does not do the view justice).


The Cliffs of Moher are my favorite Irish experience.

The Burren
To say this area of Ireland is eerie would be correct as it's very 'moon-like.'  It's a region of bare limestone plateaus with deep cracks and gullies.  The land is dry but there are underground caves which were created by water seeping through the limestone.  If you get out of the car and hike around the Burren, in the cracks and gullies you'll find alpine and mediterranean flowers with butterflies in the air above them.  Take a bit of a picnic with you if weather allows.  The best time to visit the Burren is May or June as the flowers are in bloom (sadly, my photos won't show the flowers).

Poulnabrone Dolmen is a megalithic portal tomb standing on a bit of raised ground in the Burren.  There have been excavations which found the bones of fourteen adults, six children, pottery, and stone artefacts which date to 2000-2500 B.C.  There are many other sites in the Burren that are worth exploring as you drive around this intriguing region.

Here are a few snapshots of various locations within the Burren:






There is a legend of Maire Rua (Red Mary) O'Brien.  She lived in the 17th century in Leamaneagh Castle in the Burren.  Tales range from her being a good & sweet wife to being a women of great lust with many suitors.  Before giving her hand in marriage, she demanded a suitor prove his worth by riding her horse, a fierce stallion.  The stallion would go racing out over the Cliffs of Moher and dump the rider over the cliff into the Atlantic Ocean.  All of her suitors died, except for one.  The successful suitor brought her stallion back to her whereupon she closed the gates of her castle.  Trying to leap over the gate, the horse died.  As such, the castle became known as Leamaneagh Castle (horse's leap).  No records exist to show that she married the brave suitor.  (Here's a link to the true story of Maire Rua O'Brien.  Later on this trip, I stayed at the Old Ground Hotel in Ennis that is referenced in this true version of her story.)






House of Burke
When I entered County Clare, I was entering the middle of the three counties where the Burkes primarily lived:  County Limerick, County Clare immediately north of Limerick, and County Galway which sits on top of Clare.

First, a bit about my clan:

House of Burke (Bourke or Burca) is the name given to those of us who are of the Norman-Irish clan of the family of de Burgh (de Burgo).  The Burke surname is one of the most common in Ireland, particularly in north Munster and Connacht and derives from "burg" or "burgh", meaning a town.  The first de Burgh to come to Ireland was William de Burgh (1160? - 1204).  William de Burgh was a Norman adventurer and knight who settled in Ireland in 1185.  (I guess William is who I can blame for my "unusually high need for adventure", as someone once called it.)  He was the elder brother of Hubert de Burgh, Earl of Kent and Justiciar of England. The Anglo-Irish descendents of William held Irish titles of Earls of Ulster, Lords of Connaught, and Earls of Clanricarde.

King Henry II of England appointed William de Burgh as Governor of Limerick and granted him estates in Leinster and Munster.  His castles at Tibberaghny (co Kilkenny) Kilsheelan, Ardpatrick and Kilfeacle were used to protect King John's northern borders of Waterford and Lismore and his castles at Carrigogunnell and Castelconnell were used to protect Limerick. He was Seneschal of Munster (Royal Governor) from 1201 to 1203.

Sometime in the 1190s, William allied with the King of Thomond, either Domnall Mor O Briain (O'Brien) or his son Murtogh, and married one of his daughters. This de Burgh/O Briain alliance caused there to be no more wars (recorded) between the two sides for the rest of the decade.  From 1199 to 1202 de Burgh led military campaigns in Desmond with the aid of the Ó Briain.  Success in the west and south allowed de Burgh to conquer the kingdom of Connacht.  (Connacht being the western province just north of County Clare and includes the counties of Galway, Leitrim, Mayo, Roscommon, and Sligo.)

Paddy Burke's Pub and Oyster Restaurant
The night before I left for Ireland, I came across Paddy Burke's on the internet and was determined to make a stop there while on my trip.  I drove north from the Burren toward the city of Galway and found the bar just outside of Galway in a town called Clarinbridge.

Paddy Burke's, established in 1850, was originally a grocery shop, bar and gas pumps is now known all over the world as a very famous Bar and Restaurant. It is the home of the renowned Clarinbridge Oyster Festival which began in 1954.

Paddy Burke's father was the original proprietor before Paddy and his sister Una took over the family business. In 1970 following his death, Paddy Burke's brother took over the pub and continued the tradition for some years. Then a series of different owners maintained the strong tradition, culture and ambiance, which were built up over the years by the Burke family.  Brian Carr (current owner) proudly now maintains this culture together with the character of the bar and restaurant.  Paddy Burke's is now a frequent stop for locals, visitors and celebrities alike, which enjoy its relaxed atmosphere.

The pub is quite old and looks like it's the original bar from 1850.  When I entered the bar, it was post-business day happy hour timing and the bar was a bit full.  I found a seat at the far right, ordered a beer from who I believe was, most likely, Mr. Brian Carr himself.  He began ripping pieces of paper and putting them into two jars.  When finished, he asked if he could put me to work.  Um.  Alright.  Sure.  He was working on the bar's pool for the upcoming World Cup.  So, as he wrote the names of participating patrons, I pulled teams out of the jar.  Needless to say, I knew the hot young bartender would not be pleased with me when he learned that his team for the pool was the United States.  Sorry dude. 

It's difficult to see the thatched roof given the distance & angle of the shot, but it's an old tavern that's had, & is receiving another, facelift.




In addition to widely famous me, visitors have included Princess Grace of Monaco, Princess Margaret, James Mason, George Peppered, Pierce Bronson, Constantine Fitzgibbon, Ben Crosby, Paul Newman, John Houston, Julia Roberts and John Travels to name a few.

For my efforts, Mr. Carr (or whomever he was) picked up my tab.  Very kind.  If you find yourself visiting Ireland, stop in Paddy Burke's and have a Guinness!  

I would liked to have stayed longer and enjoyed some oysters, but I needed to back-track to the south and find a place to stay that was relatively close to the Shannon airport.  Stacey was flying in from London early the next morning and I needed to pick her up at the airport before we headed up to Galway and the Aran Islands.

Next up:  County Galway ...