No this isn’t a typo in the header, but I think we have now officially confused Nolin (and maybe ourselves).
It was just a few weeks ago that he and Jenn were in Puerto Rico and now he just got back from Costa Rica, so every time we asked him where he was, he excitedly announced that he is in Costa Rico. No worries though Jenn kept calling it Puerto Rico, so at least he got half of it right. Continue reading “Welcome to Costa Rico!”→
We packed up the car first thing in the morning and got ready to head off to Sligo. We were so lucky because the weather in Ireland is unpredictable at best, and each day for us had been sunnier and warmer than the previous. With the luck of the Irish on our sides, we wanted to make the most of the perfect weather, so we made our first stop in Bundoran to check out all of the surfing and the beach town.
It was officially Orange Day, which meant the town was packed with Northern Irish tourist. The roads in Ireland are small, the parking is even less. So it was no surprise, that on an awesome day (that also happened to be a holiday), the sides of the road and the sidewalks were littered with parked & abandoned cars. As we drove through the town, I made sure to be careful because the space was tight and there were cars and people everywhere…and then it happened.
Saturday began day two of driving (on the wrong side of the road in a backwards manual car). It took a few minutes, but I quickly regained my confidence with my temporary dyslexic driving. The day turned out to be an even nicer day (weather wise) than Friday, so we headed to Northern Ireland to visit Giants Causeway, a large volcanic rock formation that was unbelievable.
Luckily we had Jenn’s brother Kevin in the car, who was able to give us good directions along the way and help me get comfortable with navigating the 78 roundabouts along the way. One thing I quickly learned about Northern Ireland…their signage is in miles and miles per hour…WTF?! Now on top of trying to keep up with awkward turns, backwards gear shifting, and crazy partially yielding roundabout drivers, I also had to try to convert miles per hour to kilometers so that I didn’t get a ticket.
I am not too proud to admit that I kept trying to do the math in my head and I wasn’t very good at it at all. Luckily, Jenn has tried her best during our marriage to keep me physically fit, therefore I knew that 5K was 3.1 miles. I was then trying to divide the miles per hour by 3, multiplying by 5 and adding 1 for every 10…it got way too confusing, so I just started driving a little slower than everyone else. Continue reading “And So The Legend of The Car Begins…”→