You know, when part of your family lives somewhere else, it is destined to be the #1 vacation destination. I personally am completely content with this arrangement. Fionn, if he could remember this years from now, would likely pronounce it "really awesome craic".I found a really awesome deal online, and it was a special birthday for Margaret- in other words, how could we not go? And with accommodations like Rory's parents house (shown above), we were staying in the lap of luxury. Fionn got to see his cousins, despite an outbreak of some weird-arse flu at Nixon flat, and hang with Granny and Granda to his heart's content (and theirs, naturally).
Luca and Fionn went to the zoo, with parental accompaniment, and had a ball. The Belfast Zoo, I should note, is a large spiralling, continually rising hill. You know when you get to the top. Or rather, your hamstrings and glutes know.Lucky lad Fionn also got to go on a sub-holiday to Westport in County Mayo. He was joined by his good friend Matthew, and his parents Gerrard and Dee. There was a pool in the hotel just made for people of Fionn's height (see photo below) and even though he was just started to walk here and there in Granny's sitting room, in the pool he could walk much easier while holding onto the walls.
Fionn also visited local Croagh Patrick - the legendary mountain where, after a forty day fast and building a church on top, Saint Patrick threw a silver bell down the side of the mountain knocking the she-demon Corra from the sky, thereby banishing all snakes from Ireland. Somebody clearly need Saint Patrick to be awesome (likely God) and awesome he was. I wanted to climb the thing, but I tell you it is not the kind of mountain you bring the kid up in the backpack. Oh no.
It was a whirlwind trip, but one that was most enjoyed by all. I mean how can you beat the excitement of Lurgan. It'd be a challenge. Add in the Blaney clan, and you can't resist. C'mon Christmas! Or July. Auntie Claire comes then. Oh the anticipation.
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