The time at the Fitzpatrick Castle Hotel was meant as a respite from the hectic nature of the trip (at least for me).
We had a long, huge, gorgeous breakfast (including the Irish “Bacon”, which is more like a cross between city and country ham back in the States). It is a Bank Holiday weekend, so a lot of families were here with their kids, making it a convivial, multilingual affair.
Bob took the DART into Dublin this morning after breakfast to sightsee, and I stayed here, to look around the hotel, and perhaps take a walk into the park behind it. There is a famous park behind the estate called Victoria Park, which has a long walk up to a monument called The Obelisk. From that hill (called Killeny Hill) you can see across Dublin Bay to Dublin (on a clear day). I took a great many pictures until my phone gave out.
There were a lot of locals walking up the hill, along with tourists who were there for the bank holiday weekend, and you could tell the locals most often by the fact that they had their dogs with them, who were having as much fun visiting their friends and neighbors as their two-legged counterparts. It was a very pleasant scene: the families with their children bounding up and down, groups of ladies out for their constitutionals, the dogs greeting each other and enjoying the air, tongues a-lol across big smiles.
Once I came back down the hill, I had tea and soup for lunch. The soup was a cream of vegetable, served with a whole grain scone, with butter. The tea was orange. After lunch I went back to the room and soaked my bones in a hot tub bath, hoping to alleviate some of the problems all that walking up and down will bring.
But, it was worth it, oh! It was worth it!