Today was a great morning, woke 
up to some beautiful sunshine shining over the tranquil Kinsale harbor. Ray and I started the day off with a run along the water’s edge, which even though I despise running to this day, running there at least gave me some good scenery to look at. Such a stunning place!! I wish we had a little more time to spend there… guess this gives us a good excuse to come back. I guess you can say I left my heart in Kinsale...
Back in the car and we headed to Cobh, a town on the south coast of County Cork. Originally, Cobh was named Queenstown, back in the days of the Titanic. It was the final port of call for the ill fated
ship. And of course they had a Titanic Experience which I was all over. When we walked in they gave us a boarding pass of an actual passenger on board the ship. I was Ms. Katie Peters (age 26) and Ray was Mr. Jeremiah Burke (age 19), both of which sailed from Queenstown in 3rd class. Apparently, Mr. Burke wrote a message in a bottle that was found washed ashore after the sinking... it read "April 13 1912. Titanic, Goodbye all- Burke".
They took us on a tour of where the actual White Star Line ticket office was located and where the final passengers boarded the ship. We even got to see a few of the only photographs taken on board the Titanic. There are only about 75 photos that exist of the ship, taken by a man who took them before he disembarked at Queenstown. At the end of the tour, we learned that both our passengers were lost at sea. Of the 123 people that came aboard the ship in Queenstown, only 44 of them were saved. From the cathedral above, we could actually see where the Titanic anchored since
it was too big get into the harbor to dock.
If you look close at this picture, Titanic would have been
anchored right behind the island just to the left of center.
Oh and St. Coleman’s Cathedral was unreal! It was absolutely breathtaking and it also had gargoyles which I always find fun.
Leaving the cool town of Cobh, we headed up to Dublin. Along the way, we spotted a full rainbow. Still haven't found the pot of gold...
Ray and I dropped off our rental car (after driving around for an hour trying to find a gas station to fill it up) and hopped on a bus to our apartment. Driving through the city, I thought to myself this place is huge... well, that is compared to the places we had been staying previously. As we were exiting the bus, I wondered how we would ever find where we were supposed to stay... Then we hear a voice, "Are you Ray?" We turn to the sound and come to realize that Patrick, the manager of the building in which we were staying, had come to meet us and take us to the apartment. Phew! I'm not sure we would have found it otherwise. We wind through some streets, pass by the gorgeous John's Lane Church and up some stairs, finally we had made it. It was nice to know that we were actually going to be staying in the same place for more than just one night. Exhausted from all our travels so far and knowing that the weekend was going to be busy, Ray and I decided to grab a pizza from the store and stay in for the night... We didn't realize that attempting to cook in a new place (and also not knowing the last time the oven was used) was going to be somewhat of a fiasco. Don't worry, we successfully were able to set off the fire alarm for the entire building within an hour of getting there... and its not like at our place where I can fan some fresh air over the smoke sensor and it will shut off. We had to wait for about 10 minutes for a friend of the manager to come and shut it off for us... Luckily, my mom just happened to be on Skype with us at the time and got to witness this whole ordeal. Once the alarm was all figured out, we did actually get to enjoy our first home cooked (well somewhat) meal.
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