LEAVING DUBLIN

iIt started off iwith a flurry.  We were picked up by th cab and about half way to the train station Jo Anne remarked that she had left her purse at the hotel    Our lovely cab driver turned the cab around and proceeded back to the hotel. We picked up the purse and again, we were on our way safely arriving at the station one hour ahead of our departure time.  Never fear we always allow lots of time for contigencies.  

We boarded the train for Rosslare and found a comfortable place to deposit ourselves.  Everything was great until an Irish bloke decided to invade our space and interrogate us. He finally left us alone when Ginger told him we were Marines and trained to kill.  Before he departed he did help us out however. I made a slight error in the loo and hit the emergency button instead of the flush button. He immediately stuck his head in the loo and there must have been some means to communicate that the button was pushed in error thus preventing the train from having to come to a stop,  

We arrived in Rosslare, the last stop. We disembarked with our luggage and 2 other people. In a minute the other people disappeared and we looked around and had no idea where to go.  We were in the middle if no where.  At the top of a flight of stairs ( 150 steps) was the Rosslare Hotel. Climbing.those stairs with 8 pieces of luggage was not an option   We finally found someone to ask who told us we could walk up a sidewalk , past a church and we would find the Ferryport B&B, our lodging for the night 

Two thousand seven hundred and seventy eight steps later we arrived at the top of the hilll. 

JoAnnes expression says it all!

Once we checked in we immediately ordered a bottle of wine and recouped in a comfortable lounge.  

That evening we ate at a local pub, 

Yes, that is a bib that Jo Anne is wearing

We returned to the B&B and met a lively couple from Wales who have invited us to their home for Coffee. We also met a couplle of  blokes who "flew-in" on their motorcycles.:-)!