Bad Restaurants and the Trip to Mayo

Don't ever go to this restaurant. My family was throwing up and they had other assorted and unpleasant symptoms. DON'T DO IT.

In fact, just don't go to American themed restaurants ever.

And this is where the pictures from our really long, 5-hour trip to Mayo starts. Also in the region are Ballycroy and Curran, where Annie's dad's relatives and my dad's relatives are from, respectively.


CANDYYYYY!!! CANDYCANDYCANDY!
He was being ostracized....
The "Wesht"! These are not rolling green hills.
The view from our AMAZING hotel.

The seaaa. Now, in between these two pictures, we had visited Annie's granny and my great aunt from my dad's side. It's funny, there was a picture of a cousin of my dad's on the wall and he looked like a Mexian boy just like my father. Haha.


And the cliffs. Also, interesting anecdote from these particular cliffs. I was getting REALLY excited about all the sheep on the road because I THINK SHEEP ARE ADORABLE *hyperventilate*

And Uncle Dominic should have been there because he would have wrestled one for me to pet :(

But anyway, we stopped so Michael could get me a sheep. But he's afraid of the rams, the big baby. So we were just stopped and enjoying the view. All of a sudden someone calls me over to look at this little sign post on the pull-off. It talked about the Spanish armada crashing on the cliffs and then they intermingled with the locals.

WE FOUND WHERE MY DAD GOT HIS BIG BLACK BUSHY 'STACHE FROM!!! I'M A SPANIARD!

And from there on in it's been a running joke that I'm an adopted Mexican child.



I took this picture in honor of my favorite fiddler, Mairead Nesbitt of Celtic Woman.