Most of our adventures are just that… ADVENTURES. I plan religiously and we have the best of intentions, but for some reason, we always end up with some sort of unexpected oops. Two years ago when we bicycled the Outer Banks, it was the Oregon Inlet Bridge from hell. This year, it’s Ireland’s no-street-sign, no-name, country roads. Today was supposed to be an “easy” drive up to Tullamore to visit the Tullamore Distillery. Our 1 1/2 HR drive was closer to 3 by the time we finally got there, and we did more cursing and u-turns than should ever be allowed by foreign tourists…Especially with a NASCAR driver.
Oh well, in the end, we said some choice words, nearly crashed a few times, made new paths, took out a few hedges, and made it to sample some well deserved whiskey.
Yes, my husband is at home. He found his people… Lol.
Even lunch at the distillery is amazing. I knew that I loved corned beef, but I had no idea that I would like the beet salad/relish underneath.
Oh yes… This is light shining from heaven.
The tour walked us through the entire whiskey distilling, maturation, and blending process, before finally letting us sample 🙂
Jeremy loves his whiskey. My younger sister… Not so much. Oh well… We’ll help her with her samples 🙂
After an even more stressful drive back to our village, I deserved a phenomenal dinner, and salmon was perfect and The Duiske Inn restaurant is highly recommended on the weekends.
Why? Because it was pretty and made me feel better. And then I went to a pub and that made me feel even better.