Kinvara, Ireland

We had two choices that day; a short 18 mile ride along the ocean all the way to our next town or a 35 mile ride through the Burren and than almost half of it along the ocean. I chose the longer route and loved every minute of it. There were some historical artifacts along the way, many castle ruins, plenty of periodic rain and wind, a really pleasant small lunch on a hilltop with a great view, and all small one-lane paved roads.
Kinvara was small, but had a nice internet cafe, with free internet, a beautiful harbour and and great dinner that night. We were split among two B&Bs and mine offered an 11 yr old boy who was visiting his grandparents during summer holidays, and a v. large dog. He called his Grandpa by that name, but called his Grandmother by her christian name, which is the tradition in Eire. He was a beautiful child - every parent's dream boy - slim, fine features, clear skin and bright eyes. As breakfast began, he told his guests that he was far too busy to talk to them, thank ye very much. But as his duties ended, he started to talk and they could not stop him. I guess the night before the same happened and they all loved him. He plays four musical instruments and his 16 y.o. brother plays two. He said they love each other greatly and always get along, but mind you, he said, although his brother is a fine man, his diet is just terrible. He is fond of junk food which the 11 y.o. feels is entirely wrong. He had thoughtful opinions on everything except those that he did not, which he stated very clearly that he did not. The gynecologist was a fine conversationalist and could keep the kid going on one subject after another. Eventually the boy brought out his fav. new e-gizmo. His uncle who works for Intel had been in Hong Kong and brought him back this everything-cel phone - good for text, e-mail, internet, endless apps and then incredibly a full working TV which has about a 3 x 3" screen - which he thought was just fine for catching soccer games where ever he might be.