Killarney

Jaunting cars across from The Ross Hotel in Killarney. Photo by David Lansing.

The thing is, I tell Mr. Lynch, we keep driving into towns with the name of a hotel but no map and no idea where the place is. I’ve been to Killarney, says Mr. Lynch. We’ll find it. Sure he’s been to Killarney. And he’s been to Cork and Kinsale and Dublin and had no clue as to where we were going when we got there either.

You’d think by now I’d know that and have a plan. And I do. The plan is to ignore everything Mr. Lynch says about where we’re headed and to just look for the town tourism office and ask. And wouldn’t you know it but when we get to the tourism office, they tell us we’re only a block away from our hotel, The Ross. Very convenient. And just across the street are several jaunting cars (pony and trap rides) with their wise-cracking jarveys slouched low in the front taking naps. Might be up for a ride through the park tomorrow if the weather is nice.