This evening, after dinner, Payton and Gregg made a bet. Payton said she could run a mile in 9 minutes or less. Gregg said no way, no how. If she made it, she'd be the owner of one cold, crisp, new fifty dollar bill.
It wasn't more than 2 minutes and Payton was downstairs in running attire.
She was absolutely positive that this was going to be a slam dunk. Gregg thought it'd be eleven minutes, I was betting on twelve. This is from before she started running.
I took a couple videos and now looking back, I wish I would have gotten the "ready, set, go" because it was priceless. She had to run down to the school and back to our street sign twice.
She did run faster than we had anticipated, I think her final time was 9 minutes, 51 seconds. The street to the school is uphill and man, it was hot and humid, so I think she did pretty good.
She was not happy about the time. But she was back in good spirits a few minutes later. She told Gregg that by morning she'll be the "most athletic person" he knows of, "besides Michael Phelps." When Gregg asked how that was going to happen, she said, "A few of the people will have to be killed."
What a funny girl. I proud of her for trying. I wonder if she'll make this bet again at a later date?
Since having breakfast there in Ireland each morning, I have changed my mind about what I like for this meal. I loved their Greek yogurt with granola. Also they had a different idea of meats and cheeses for breakfast. It was so nice to have something out of the ordinary.
I had french toast also. Who doesn't love french toast?
Gregg had some breakfast too. I'm sure it was good, I don't believe there was anything left when he was done.
This man with the grey hair in the corner was so annoying. He and his wife apparently frequented this hotel often and knew the staff. They would never just order from the menu and just couldn't share a newspaper, they had special requests (like avocado for their cat?) for every meal, ones that were just so stupid. Asking for items that the chef hadn't even heard of and they had to each have a newspaper. I wish I could have gotten a picture of the woman. I don't think she had ever brushed her hair. These two deserved each other.
I went across the hall from our room to take this picture. This nice little area had a hot tub and some chairs. I also went up on the roof of the castle while out there. I had no idea that the door would lock once I stepped out. So there I was, completely surrounded by castle walls. I did eventually find a way out through a crack where two walls didn't meet. 
These next few pictures are just from walking around the halls inside the castle. Random sitting areas and drawing rooms.
All of the rooms in Dromoland Castle were just beautiful.
Why didn't they serve breakfast in this lovely area? What a waste!
Every picture of Dromoland is different, I think this is one of my favorites. 
Thought I'd share the story behind Dromoland Castle Hotel.
See the window open by the tree to the right? That was our room.
We loved the fact that they had to mention no tracksuits. Those things were everywhere in Ireland. And who folds their "trousers" inside their socks?
We had a delightful time at Dromoland. Next post is from back in Dublin for the evening before our hellish flight back to the US. Flying internationally is the only downside to vacationing. It is the pits.
