I made the drive to the southern park of Limerick to go to church today and was greeted by a gauntlet of missionaries and greeters. After saying my name to one of the Elders, I turned around to shake the hand of a man behind me, and his tone in his voice implied that he was clarifying, "[Are you] Phillip or Rourke?"
Me: "Excuse me?"
Him: "Phillip or Rourke?"
Me (smiling, but slightly confused): "Neither."
Him: "No, that's my name. I'm Phillip O'Rourke."
Me: "Ohhh. I see. Well, I'm Warren Gray."
I'll have to watch out for that prefix and Irish accent in the future.
After church, I headed out to the Cliffs of Moher (where the rope climbing scene in "The Princess Bride" was filmed). I went beyond the touristy section and opted for a less-beaten-pathy hike. There were cows there (!) but they just rolled their eyes like, "The Cliffs of Moher? psh." I trekked beyond their judging gazes and found this:
Just like the poppy fields in The Wizard of Oz, this magical setting--coupled with slight jet lag--made me sleepy. I found a nice little napping nook:
About 20 min later, I woke up, happy that I hadn't rolled in my sleep off the cliff. Upon turning around, I discovered this cliff behind me:
I felt a lil bad for it, because everyone always takes pictures of its brothers to the south, due better image composition. But I did this cliff a solid and captured it in its 650 ft glory.
Not satisfied with a nap, I decided to hike to the top of the cliff (upper-left corner of top photo).
When I finally reached the peak, I laid down on my spine at the cliff's edge and, to prove that I had one, tilted my head backward. Splayed out, I gripped the earth with my limbs as I watched the sun drop slowly down...
down...
down...
into the Atlantic Ocean.
I'd like to see the cows try that.
Me: "Excuse me?"
Him: "Phillip or Rourke?"
Me (smiling, but slightly confused): "Neither."
Him: "No, that's my name. I'm Phillip O'Rourke."
Me: "Ohhh. I see. Well, I'm Warren Gray."
I'll have to watch out for that prefix and Irish accent in the future.
After church, I headed out to the Cliffs of Moher (where the rope climbing scene in "The Princess Bride" was filmed). I went beyond the touristy section and opted for a less-beaten-pathy hike. There were cows there (!) but they just rolled their eyes like, "The Cliffs of Moher? psh." I trekked beyond their judging gazes and found this:
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| Whatever, cows. I'm impressed. |
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| can you see the indentation of my body? |
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| A decent vista for a nap, I suppose. |
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| "Hey, what about me??" |
Not satisfied with a nap, I decided to hike to the top of the cliff (upper-left corner of top photo).
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| Similar in grade to the Great Wall, but with substantially fewer umbrellas and women in heels. |
down...
down...
into the Atlantic Ocean.
I'd like to see the cows try that.
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