Sunday, August 3-Monday August 4, 2014  Front Royal to Oakton to Reagan National to Boston, MA to Shannon, Ireland to Tralee, Ireland

We had a wonderful send off on our Summer 2014 trip to Ireland. A nice surprise, Chad Heflin came for breakfast. After a great visit, we headed to Oakton for a scrumptious lunch with Kristy, Brian, and Molly who later took us to Washington, DC to board our  Reagan National Flight on US Air to Boston. Larry noticed that a flight left an hour earlier at 3:30pm so he quickly rearranged for us to jump on the earlier flight. What a beautiful hour and half flight! Upon arriving we were able to catch a bus from B Terminal to E Terminal and find the Aer Lingus flight that left at 7:15pm to Shannon, Ireland. Nice flight across the Atlantic Ocean. Larry watched Draft Day with Kevin Costner while I watched Kevin Spacey in House of Cards. We both tried to nap before arriving in Shannon at 6:05AM, a 5 hours and ten minutes flight.

 

In Shannon we met Ben Foley who transported us and his dear friend who was also on our flight, Bria, to Tralee, an hour and half car ride.

Our Tralee home away from home.

                    Each home in Ireland is given a name for postal reasons. Our home is called Crestfield.

 

Upon arrival, Ben’s lovely wife, Anne served us some homemade scones and tea before scooting us off to bed where we snoozed into the afternoon, Ireland time. Anne prepared us a delicious Irish dinner…pineapple-melon salad, bacon (pork tenderloin) cabbage, and potatoes with a  fruit cobbler.

                Anne walking in with another delicious dish while Ben serves me and his sister-in-law.

After dinner we drove to Ben and Anne’s son’s, Kevan’s, Gaelic football match and were excited to catch the last 15 minutes of the game. Gaelic football is sort of a  combination of American football and soccer.

                                                          Kevan is the goalie for the Kerry Team.

After that we went to a young Irish traditional folklore show with music, singing, Riverland Dancing, and prose.  It was excellent. We tumbled into bed around midnight and  said, “Jumpin’ Begora, we gotta slow down or we’ll never make it through the next 6 weeks.”