I’ve fallen a little behind getting the honey moon exploits in blog format. This entry relates to our 5th day in Ireland, Sunday, July 3rd. We spend the day in Waterford. We arrived late morning and were taken aback by the ghost town likeness of the city. We stopped into a pub for lunch. After we finished, we were astounded at how the city had come to life. Apparently, either you go to church on Sunday mornings in Waterford, or you don’t show your face in public if you didn’t.
Prior to arriving at Waterford Castle, we stopped and got a bottle of Champagne for the night (along with a few other bottles, but those are for another post). Funny how you can get booze in a town on Sunday where people are afraid to show their face if they aren’t in church, but in Pennsylvania you’re SOL.
We found a E38 bottle of Pierre Darcy’s Brut Champagne for 50% off. We didn’t notice this until after we paid, but it’s a blend of Chardonnay, Pinor Noir and Pinor Meunier.
We arrived at the Castle, unloaded the luggage and I parked the turbo diesel. Somehow in the course of checking in, the fact that we were on our honeymoon emerged as a focal point of the conversation. Almost on cue, the concierge told us that we were upgraded to the Presidential Suite.
This. Was. The. Best. Hotel. Room I. Could. Possibly. Imagine. Our suite had its own foyer. Our bathroom was about the size of the first floor of our home in Delaware. It had a living room with a flat screen, two couches, a desk, dining table and three or four bookcases. (If you go to the link above and wait for the page to scroll through the photos, you’ll see a few of the room we stayed in). The master bedroom was probably a third of an acre. We decided that we could manage in these accommodations, and uncorked the champagne. Lemon and apple flavors were apparent. It was good, and we certainly didn’t complain, though Treasa and I prefer the bubbly a tad drier.
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