Holiday Plans

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Nice.

Dunno. Only April. ;)

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How did your Christmas go? Did you get snow?

How was your Christmas?

Hope your holiday was good with that traditional meal we do the same

 

great article, thanks for posting

How was your christmas?

Hope you had a great Christmas. :)

I belive that I would want to go to my Aunt Chris house. Open all the presents there and then head home. Instead I wound up going to Aunt Dorene's house, then Aunt Chris's house, than I went to my boyfriend's family house. In all it was alot of fun, and I got alot of presents.

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Holiday in Tralee – August ‘08

We just got back from three weeks holiday in Tralee, Ireland, in the wettest August in history!!!

Usually they expect about 75cm of rain during August, but an incredible 188cm fell in just three weeks.

And we were there!

The drive from Rosslare ferry terminal to Tralee on the Sunday (about five hours) was lovely, but on Tuesday the bad weather hit us with a vengeance.

Torrential rain caused massive flooding. Busses were grounded, trains couldn’t run, the local airport became a lake overnight. A 4km landslide contaminated the rivers that feed the local reservoir so everyone had to boil the drinking water.

The holiday was to coincide with the Rose of Tralee festival, which incorporated three days of racing. Needless to sat the race meeting was cancelled due to the horses being unable to swim through the course …

Events were washed out during the festival, but more struggled on and we actually did have a great time. This was mainly due to the fact that I have a big family who entertained us through what could easily have deteriorated into ‘cabin fever’, since we were confined to the house for most of the time.

We did have a laugh, though, as we tried to watch the firework display through sheets of driving rain, and a gaggle of dripping Roses trying to make light of the disaster, bless them. They were all beautiful, and all displayed the inherited Irish humour.

‘What’s that pink chicken thing?’ I heard the American Rose ask when she saw the flamingo in the local zoo.

‘Isn’t it a duck,’ answered the Kerry Rose, with a wicked twinkle in her eye …