Yesterday was family day, such as it was, even though we wound up not seeing many folks. Mom had arranged to get together and have lunch with Aunt Mary just outside of Limerick (the city, which is the seat of the county), after which we checked into our B & B, a working farmhouse with cows and possibly the world's most friendly dog (and maybe the first dog I've ever met that I've liked), and found dinner, after which Mom called up cousin Mike (only one core family still lives in the area, but of the five cousins, four are married and three have children, one of which is maybe 2 or 3 years old, and the other under a year old; on this trip down we only saw Mike, who is neither married nor has children) to say hello, and lo, we were asked why did we not stop by for a short visit, so we drove on over, and our short visit lasted two hours. (As a family, we tend to be talkative, and Mike can hold his own - he's very funny and welcoming and I really enjoy his company.) We eventually left the poor man, who of course had to be at work the next morning and theoretically needed to constructive today.
We drove a bit further south today, down to County Kerry, down to the Dingle Peninsula to check out some beehive huts. Curvy are the roads in Ireland, and narrow, so we actually spent most of the day driving to see the remnants thereof, after which we parked ourselves at the B & B which is across the street, more or less, from the ocean (and in any case has a view of the ocean).
I'm not sure I'd ever call Ireland "home" but one thing I do like is how light it stays here, even at night. It's about 10 p.m. here, and we've still got another hour or so of sunlight - so I'm going to go for a walk.