Cork, Ireland

We should know better than to travel on a national holiday Saint Patrick’s day. We take a bus to get to the ferry to take a train to take a trolley. Our trip took longer than we expected because the train is two hours behind or actually scheduled for a two hour delay because of the bank holiday. We should know better by now. We do meet an Irish man to keep us company but the chilly weather is not good for Mandi and yes we are having to wait outside for our train. We get to our hostel and we both are exhausted and gratefully we are at least prepared thru our travels with food. We try to always have a snack because we have had to wait many times. When we arrive in Cork, via Dublin because  all trains in Ireland have to go thru Dublin, we meet another Irish man with his grandson and he asks “are you girls Irish well not you.” of course looking at me. I guess I don’t look Irish but my Daddy tells me we are Irish Mexican, =o). He was a sweet man and he gave us good directions to get to our hostel, always good. So our first full day in Cork we conquer the town, have a great sandwich and Mandi had some medicinal beer, always good.  However, she is not feeling better and eventually we have to get more medicine and she gets some rest. Eventually, we end up getting more medicine in Dublin. So sorry Mandi.