Cork Holiday - Day 1

As all family holidays do, ours started with the loading of the car.
After sustaining minor injuries everybody was settled and comfortably sulking in their seats.
We shot off (crawled along) the road (the lane) toward our destination of relaxing luxurious hotel time (hellish, loud, panicky time). Yay.
"Next stop," said Mam, "the 'Blackrock Castle and Observatory''s restaurant.
Yeah...that didn't happen...
First stop - the middle of a busy crossroads because the car cut out. Fun? No, not really. Terrifying? Yup!
With that first disaster over,we made it to our first destination. The Blackrock Castle and Observatory. The food was really really nice, especially the dessert. It was almost as good as the Premier takeaway back home.
The only bad thing I will say about the restaurant is the waiter was THE most arrogant man I have EVER met.
Mam called him over from his cash register where he was twiddling a pen around his fingers, for a dessert menu.
This man, then came over, all slouched over and looked at her like she was a slug in his lettuce.
When she asked for what she wanted he goes: "Ughhhh, in a minuuuuuuute!"
He then stalked back to his counter and continued twiddling this pen for about five minutes before actually serving us. I mean, why would you do that? Is being paid to hand somebody a menu such a hard job? Is it that horrible?
After the food, we took a castle tour.
The tour guide was all right, she told us about everything from the materials used to make the walls, to what was stacked against each one.
We got to go down into the dungeon and the aura of death and pain made your skin crawl. You could hear like an echo-y sound bouncing around the circular room and you instantly thought of screaming people being mercilessly tortured.
On this tour there was a small american family. They seemed nice enough-made a few jokes, politely held the door open for me, blah, blah, blah.
I thought it would be really funny if I started talking in Irish to my sister, as they wouldn't know what we were saying.
I failed..epically.
Instead of saying something sophisticated and impressive i decided to start praying. Yeah.
Of course it had to get worse and mam said REALLY loudly: "You scared the castles gonna fall down on ya, or something?"
The americans looked at me really weirdly after that.
The rest of the day was spent in the car, driving through a snow fall on a motorway.
Just fighting with that annoying sister again about whether the precipitation was snow or sleet-it was snow!
Tune in tomorrow for day 2!

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