My Irish Adventure: Letterkenny part 2

And here we start my recolletion from Letterkenny again

Are you ready?

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Oh it felt so good to get back into the warm house after our little trip around the Fanad Peninsula. We got the fire going and things were good. 

Brians house is a true treasuretrove and there are fascinating things wherever one look. His lizzard seemed immovable for quite some time, until it suddenly in the middle of our conversation moved....so from time to time we could look at him for quite some time waiting for a little twitch. 

Such a charming creature

Isn't it cool?

 It is kind of hard to describe this place, and even the pictures does not give full credit to the sense of it.

And what a strange sense of humour we got...
Has anybody seen a runover cat? This is the perfect sign for you if you ever meet one...

 I think there was surprisingly little silence when we were with Sam and Brian...it felt like it could never be
Lots of music, amazing discussions, good food and a brilliant time

Every evening we sang and played our instruments and my sister was set to play the orange...until Brian said that she was the worst orangeplayer he had ever heard...(all in good fun ofcourse). So I believe we almost sang every song we knew, and I will never forget when Brian sang Kevin Barry for us...



A very good and inspiring musician

And when Frank, Aimée and Elie had left us, another musical guest arrived: Hope from California!
And what a sweet and funny girl she was, we got along almost immediately. And guess what? She played the ukulele ^^ so our little "orchestra" which now now consisted of piano (Samira), guitar (Brian), cajón (Solveig)  and fiddle (me) got ourselves a new member...and what music we made (you should have been there..)

The start of a very fun evening

Tea! This liquid that tends to appear in your empty cup at the most peculiar times in Ireland. Well, this little story I'm about to tell you is about tea. Not regular black tea, but magical tea. Tea that makes you see, really SEE...

This tea had been nearly forgotten inside Brian's cupboard, so we thought it was time to bring it out again. Originally this tea comes from Alaska where the indians drank it so they could speak to their deities...so without saying to much: we had one hell of a good time...

But did we stay inside all the time we were at Brian's? No, we went exploring.

These pictures are from an 'oh-so-charming' village by the name Rathmullan

Seashells....reminds me of my childhood

Oh beautilful beautiful Donegal...oh, how I miss you

Perfect place for a lonely walk

I want to build these again...

Back home from the beach we made more music and I even made 'raspeballer', a wondrous norwegian potatodish...yummy

The last evening was spent discussing about everything and nothing, and I couldn't believe how fast the days had gone. Next day we would take the bus to another place in Donegal:

Ballyliffin

 

Bye Letterkenny and Brian; I look forward to see you again