For Part 3 of my Ireland series, I give you the world famous Blarney Castle - home of the even more famous Blarney Stone and all of the legends that go with it. And yes, I have kissed it.
So you lay down on your back and arch backwards to kiss that. Those three bars and some one holding your feet are really all that keep you from falling through to the ground. I kissed the Blarney Stone when I was 13, but the day we went it was so wet and windy I wasn’t going to risk it again.
This post is also part of Wordless Wednesday.
Ireland Part 1 and Part 2
Filed under Travel, Wordless Wednesdays
Brian wrote @ March 14th, 2007 at 2:36 pm
I would love to go to Ireland, but I have a problem with heights.
zoe wrote @ March 14th, 2007 at 2:54 pm
Were you not scared, leaning down to do that? I think it would scare me!
Char wrote @ March 14th, 2007 at 3:04 pm
Brian - that’s what valium is for.
Zoe - I added another picture and more explanation - I kissed the stone when I was young and unafraid. Now, I wouldn’t do it.
annie wrote @ March 14th, 2007 at 4:29 pm
I would also love to visit Ireland… I felt almost like I had been there reading Angela’s Ashes~ but, it looks so beautiful.
Mine’s up too
blessings~
Annie
Michelle wrote @ March 14th, 2007 at 4:33 pm
I love the helpful labels, very effective–and cute too!
I couldn’t kiss the stone, but I would love to visit that castle.
Gayla wrote @ March 14th, 2007 at 6:42 pm
My husbands family is from Ireland and my grandfather’s too - I’ve always wanted to go there. I hear it’s the closest thing to heaven on earth there is.
As for kissin’ the stone, well, coming from a compulsive hand washer, I don’t think I would ever have the guts to do it. Besides, I’ve been blessed with the gift of gab regardless. Grandpa musta kissed it good 
Celeste wrote @ March 15th, 2007 at 2:22 am
I would love to go there.
Donna wrote @ March 15th, 2007 at 10:14 pm
So, did kissing the blarney-stone make you a good liar?
Char wrote @ March 15th, 2007 at 10:37 pm
Donna - no, it just gave me the gift of the gab.
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Jane wrote @ July 17th, 2009 at 2:44 pm
I climbed the dark, narrow steps and kissed the Blarney Stone when I was 22. I am now a 56 year old grandmother, and stories of that adventure still come up from time to time. In fact, my sisters are visiting Ireland right now, which is why I’m online looking at pictures. The gift of gab… oh yes indeed! pittsburgh/pa/usa/071709
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