The homes of Donegal...

(Tuesday 28.06)
I woke up at 07.00, just because Synneve meant we should have LOTS of time to get ready. Everyone got up in a reasonable time, except for Brian. He was sleeping, and neither Rammstein or pan-lids smashed together could get him up.
After a while he DID actually get up, so we jumped into the car, after hugging Hope, and then he drove us "downtown" and Brian let us out of at the bus-station, which turned out to be the wrong one. Luckily we found the right bus-stop and stood there waiting. And waited and waited, and after a while the bus came.
We got on the bus, and drove for 1 hour, and we ended up in Ballyliffin.

This is the place where we met our host. A handsome, young man called Michael. (He reminds me of someone) AND he has a dog *Hurray for that*

Levi

We got inside, and then he disappeared... came back with tea and a map. And then he sat down for a couple of minutes, before he was up and away again. And then he came back, we got a key and he disappeared again. Then we took a look at the house, and realized that there were gas EVERYWHERE. In large containers. You dont feel so safe, when you are not used to havin Butane and Propane all around.

So we decided to go out and explore Ballyliffin. I wanted to find an ATM, and I found quickly out that it was many km to the nearest ATM, so I ended up walking to the patrol station and bought a coke.
And I walked back, and into the shop... and guess who I found there. I found our long lost host, Michael. Weird... So bought some buns and we agreed to meet up later.
So I sat outside in the sunshine and I met Michael´s brother.

I got inside and then Synneve got home... we sat in the living room and talked, and then Michael got there with cake. *Yummy*

And I ended up cleaning and trying to find stuff... Easier said than done. It felt good doing something.
When Michael was finished at work, he picked us up, and we went to "Carndonach" (right?), and on a pub. We sat and talked and since it was a trad-session, Synneve joined in. So me and Michael sat and talked and listened  to the music.

*Difficult to concentrate when you got such a good looking host*
We ended up with drinkin Guinness, and Bulmers (Irish Cider, not the English hogwash), and we got some white wine from the other table, and all this was on an empty stomach. *Wohoo, I felt funny afterwards*
We drove home, and I fell asleep on the couch, which was 40 cm to short for me...