Inspired by the creation of my bucket list, I’ve been writing a series of posts about some of the adventures I’ve had in life. In doing so, I hope to inspire others to try some of these things and to impress the heck out of my Little One. (Because I know that, someday, I’m not going to seem all that cool to him and maybe these posts will remind him that his old mom wasn’t always so stodgy and unfun.)
It seems to me that every blogger should travel to Ireland (just outside of Cork) and kiss the Blarney Stone. Allegedly, by kissing the stone, you gain the gift of gab (great eloquence or skill at flattery). I mean, if you’re going to write on a regular basis and hope people will read it, this is a good skill to have in your back pocket.
With my tendency to babble on about things at this blog for almost two years now, it probably doesn’t surprise you that I have indeed kissed the Blarney Stone.
Now you may be wondering why I could classify this as an adventure. Perhaps you think, like I did, that kissing the Blarney Stone would simply involve walking up to a rock and bending down and kissing it. Aside from the obvious sanitation concerns, this is what I envisioned kissing the Blarney Stone would involve. So imagine my surprise when I arrived at Blarney Castle and discovered that kissing the Blarney Stone involves a little bit more.
First, you climb up almost to the top of the crumbling Blarney Castle. The steps are quite narrow and spiral upward for what seems like a long time. In the U.S., these stairs would have been equipped with handrails. Not so in Ireland! (At least when I did it.)
Once at the top, I found out that you actually get lowered down off the castle ledge (with the help of a lovely Irishman) until you are dangling over the edge of the castle (which is very high up .. did I mention that?) and then you kiss the Blarney Stone, which is located above your head.
If like me, you are a little bit afraid of heights, this might be a little more than you bargained for, which might explain my face in the second photo. (And just for the record, I never contracted any diseases of the mouth from kissing a stone that so many others have kissed, including the rather unkempt gentleman that kissed the stone directly before I did.) (Note: These photos were taken when I wore contacts and long hair, which accounts for why I might look a bit different than you are used to. Plus I was considerably younger.)
|Me Being Lowered To Kiss the Blarney Stone|
|Me Immediately After Kissing the Blarney Stone|
Using my gift of gab for good (not evil),