This morning after breakfast, I took a walk into the city of Cork. The bartender had told me the day before that the library was a ten-minute walk away, and so I decided to visit. His directions were good, and I found the main branch in the middle of road construction - sound familiar? There was a line of people waiting to get in at 10 a.m. - however, they did not make a mad rush for the Internet!! Most were browsing for new fiction or reading the newspapers in the reference room upstairs. One feature of the Cork library is its Music Library - housed in a room on the ground floor, it holds 25,000 CDs, tapes, and other music formats, including some print, and a reference collection.
We, having decided that the bus was not the optimum mode of transportation for us, decided to take the train to Dublin. That was a good move - we saw lots of greenery, cattle and sheep, a couple of ruins, and a couple of towns. The trip took about two and a half hours, compared to the 5 hours it would have taken by bus. We grabbed a cab to take us to the Fitzpatrick Castle Hotel, about 20 miles outside of the city center. It sits on Killiney [kil EYE nee] Hill, and the view is beautiful, especially at night. We ate dinner in The Dungeon, billed as a family restaurant, and located in what was, in fact, the dungeon of the castle.
We have a suite, which is to say, a bedroom, a living room with 2 sofas and an upholstered chair, a writing desk, and a dining table with six chairs and a buffet. What is missing is the hide-a-bed and the second bathroom, so Laurel's bed was set up in the middle of the living toom, and she has to trek through the bedroom to use the bathroom. Lesson two of this trip: never assume that terms mean the same thing on both sides of the Atlantic.
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