We had a lovely flight on Virgin Atlantic, a hellish hour and a half in Heathrow looking for terminal 1, and then a short flight to Shannon, where we had a private taxi waiting for us. The driver was a very friendly and nice woman who is also an immigrant. She came here 10 years ago from Poland. She was so excited to hear that we plan to stay here and she shared some of her observations about the country and people. It was a great ride that seemed to be over in a flash! We got to the BnB and Bill and the poor guy who is co-owner with his wife huffed and puffed and dragged our luggage upstairs.
We walked into town to get some lunch and a cup of coffee. We walked further and found a supermarket where we bought some fruit, rolls, and cream cheese to have for supper, and then we came back. We met the other owner, Rose, who is a lot of fun to talk to. Then we came up to our room and tried not to crash too early. That's how it came to be that yesterday we woke up in Ireland after 10 years of thinking about "someday." Someday is here and we will be somewhere in Ireland--we just don't know quite where yet.