Well, the Batplane.
I drove to Donegal (one hour), saw the castle, drove to Cong (two hours), saw Asheford Castle -they teach falconry lessons there. And saw Cong Abbey.
Ended the drive to Galway (45 mins) Now that's a day of driving!
Stayed in a hostel there. Room was near the girls' bathroom and
all three roomates were female - who do they think I am, a girl?
I'm not complaining, I get along better with girls anyway (when I'm not awkwardly mumbling or scaring them with mean Filipino stare) but anyway one of 'em knew French, Spanish, and Italian because she lived in those countries at ages 2, 4, and 6 so she's super fluent. I asked for tips on my French. She laughed at my attempts. Sad face.
'Mont Sainte' is pronounced "Mon Saint" -silent t after n. Duh, Paul! *slaps forehead*
France hasn't seen the likes of Paul as of yet..
But whatever.. I can make noodles. Be scared.
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