Freedom, feudalism, and festivals

The Fourth of July has come and gone, and we did spend the evening at a friend's house. The aforementioned Frito pie didn't materialize, but there was a cake made with mix brought all the way from the states. And ham and cheese sandwiches, which I suppose aren't overtly American, but delicious nonetheless. Overall a pleasant evening, if not exactly overwhelming in American-ness.

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On the 3rd, we had a good day. A long hike through the limestone-ridged hills and ending up at a castle, or more specifically, a tower house.We then settled our weary butts onto some bar stools for an extended period of Guinness consumption, but because of the many miles hiked earlier, did not do any damage to the favorable mile-to-beer ratio.

This weekend, I hope to check out the fabled cliffs of Moher and also to venture into a nearby town to check out something called road hurling, which is a traditional Irish sport moved to the road for the local festival that will be taking place.