The Tale of Three Ladies, a Rental Car, and a Pesky Irish Goat
Here’s a story of an Irish Travel Mishap contributed by Karen Newhouse…
My two friends and I had been making yearly trips to see parts of Ireland since I studied there in 2003. In 2009, we were renting a cottage on a family farm on the Finvarra peninsula, County Clare. We used the location as a central point to explore the sites from Limerick to Galway.
We soon learned there are unexpected hazards to staying on a working farm.
The cottage was lovely and equipped with a clothes washer and dryer, which was nice to have when only one of our suitcases came down the ramp at the airport. We all got comfy in my three pairs of flannel pajamas and enjoyed a relaxing day of listening to stories and sipping tea.
The quiet contemplation of the landscape and the Burren drystone walls around us was interrupted, however, by the stunned face of my friend who was looking over my shoulder and out the window. I turned to see the family goat climbing on the hood of our rental car and, as we watched, jumping to the top of the roof.
So, I’m never sure just what they said about it later, but the family came out to help the three middle-aged ladies in their pajamas, jumping and flapping about, trying to get the goat off the rental car. We were afraid we would be charged for damages to the car. We escaped that fate; our story left the rental office staff laughing and stating that they hoped we would return to Ireland soon.
I supply, for your edification, a photo from a travel companion entitled: Peggy, Pippi and Gooch. It was taken after the goat dismounted our vehicle.
You can see some of Karen’s Ireland-inspired artwork at www.CapallGlas.com