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209--Ireland: Kissing the Blarney Stone @ CherieSpotting     Apr 16 2004 - 16:12 PST cherie writes: We were hesitant at first. Kissing the Blarney stone is a wee bit confusing. What is Irish kissing etiquette? Do you buy the stone dinner before you kiss it? Do you use your tongue the first time? Or do you just bend backwards and go for it! Click on each picture to see it full size. read comments (1) | write comment| views: 21748    | rated: 0.0    printer-friendly version   Pucker up. Cherie kissing the Blarney Stone. You have to bend over backwards and hold on to kiss the famous stone. The view from the top of Blarney Castle which has walls 18-feet thick at the bottom. Cherie by Blarney Castle, near the city of Cork. The history of Blarney Castle dates back to the 10th century, but the present stone castle was completed in 1446. Lindsay and Kat, two crazy Canadian ladies. Some believe the Blaney Stone is half of the "Stone of Scone" where Scottish Kings were crowned. The line of tourists to kiss the Blarney Stone. Kissing the stone gives the smoocher the "eternal gift of elequence." Or as the Irish say: "It gives you the gift of gab." After you kiss the Blarney Stone, you have to climb up this staircase backwards. Only then, will your wish come true. It's Lindsay's turn to make a wish. Ireland's national flower. Cherie in a tree-chair. Don't ever forget that "Guinness is good for you!" Irish shore. Sea-side sheep. Fields of green, white sheep and stone fences define the coasts of Ireland. Cherie had a little lamb. Fields of green. Moo cows. Are there any other kind? We are family! What are they looking at? Who let the sheep out? It seems that Dave, the Shamrocker tourbus driver, is intent on driving us into a wall! Your entire vacation to Ireland will be one big "bad hair day." The jagged Irish coast. Inhale that crisp ocean breeze. *Photo by Kat. The beach. A gang of Shamrockers on the beach. *Photo by Craig. To protect you while you drive. *Photo by Craig. Monastic beehive stone huts. *Photo by Craig. I wonder if that rock group is called "The Rolling Stones." Landscapes to make you smile. The water is warmer than the air. Actually I'm not sure they have a word for "warm" in the Irish language. I'm going for that wind blown look. Foxy John's Bar, Hardware and Bicycles. Ready to bet on the horses? Anyone want a Murphy's? Lunch? A wave from the local fisherman. Get those boats outta my front yard!! The harbor. John wants his poney to come in. Come on horsey! No such thing as too young to bet. Kat things her horse is headed for victory. Kat and Lindsay with their first Guinness. A local tavern. The Rock of Cashel. The Rock of Cashel. Celtic cross. Cherie at the Rock of Cashel. Granny's place is pink. Go that way! Shamrocker tourbus. The looming Rock of Cashel. The sky is gray, except for a patch of blue directly over the castle. The Hore Abbey. *Photo by Craig. Still standing centuries later. *Photo by Craig.