hailing busses and beloved sheep

I rang the first place and asked if there was room for me to just put my bags down and lay down. I would be willing to pay any price for that opportunity, but the girl at the door looked at me trying to breathe and told me there was no vacancy. I wanted to cry out, but just hung my head as I tried the second place. I felt like Joseph and Mary searching for a place and I found my manger in the second place. The woman took one look at me and took pity on my soul. She gave me the keys and told me to relax. I could lay there for as long as needed. I kept telling her I would pay for the room. I dropped my bags onto the floor and crawled into bed. I waited until my body stopped shaking and settled a bit before I decided to search for some food. I was able to find a local pub where I had fish and chips. I noticed the American flag outside and inside there was a picture of Boston. I was so happy to find somewhere to eat, but was concerned that I only had 20 euros in my wallet and I had to spend three days where the nearest bank machine was a 20 minuite drive away. I then looked for an internet cafe where I could reach Vera to get her number (which I unfortunatley lost on my way to Doolin) and to see if Iris had written about Vera, my mom and I staying with her in Germany. I mustered enough energy to return to my hotel where I rested more.

I was so anxious about missing a second bus to Doolin that I decided to wait in the rain for the bus to come. This is when I discovered that you hail busses in Clare. I know it must sound odd since most people hail cabs, but here you see a bus and then stretch your arm out as if the whole world will stop upon your command. The bus driver swerves to a part of the road and you ask him if he can take you to your destination. Sometimes they say yes while other times they tell you what to do next. I did this a few times before I caught a kindered soul who drove me to straight to my hotel doorstep.

On my way there, I noticed these neolithic stone placements. They were formed in a circle while others were clearly ruins of an ancient home. I found these quite intriguing and yet again I did not have enough time or a camera to capture these true wonders. Despite my disappointment in failing to catch all the delightful parts of my trip, I was happy to see the heavens open up to shine down on a beautiful pasture with grazing sheep in front of my hotel. There was a pinic table so that people can look out to the ocean, aran islands, ancient stones and yes my beloved sheep.