So during the update about the Aran Islands I mentioned that the islands were made up of hard granite and limestone and that I discovered that the hard way, but I never elaborated on that. When we were up in DĂșn Aonghasa wandering around the ruins of the prehistoric forts I stepped on what looked like flat ground only to discover that it was a rocky surface with grass growing on top of it; I twisted my ankle and fell but it wasn't my ankle that I hurt I scraped my knee on the sharp rocks. Considering I hadn't
cut my jeans up I thought it was just a little scrape so mum and I limped the 1km down the hillside
to get some lunch, when I went to the toilet I discovered my knee was worse than just a little scrape, thank god for mothers who carry band-aids in their purses. This photo is from almost a week after I fell.
WARNING! This warning is for my sister who reads the blog to my niece and nephew every morning at breakfast. These are the cute shirts I bought for my niece and nephew.
This cute little shirt if for my niece who gets into all sorts of trouble but looks so cute while she does it.
This is for my nephew because I think he'd look adorable in a rugby jersey. I bought this jersey in Galway which is why it says Connacht, Galway is in the province of Cannacht.
Today I had to get up at 6:15am to go down to GNIB (Garda National Immigration Bureau) to register with immigration so that the next time I leave Ireland they don't threaten me with deportation again. So after
standing in the rain for an hour and sitting in the waiting room for two hours I finally walked away with THIS!
And these two photos are the ones of mum and I kissing the Blarney Stone, which was the coldest, slimiest and wettest thing in Ireland, aside from a few of the blokes hanging around some of the pubs.
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