This morning, we took off the the bus stop to check times to Donegal town...rumor had it there is a castle there, and we've been looking for one, so that sounded like a plan. The second we got the bus stop, the bus arrived...talk about good timing ;) It took about 1/2 hour to get there, and the castle is literally in the center of town, in plain sight. Not hard to find at all...but super cool. We spent a fair amount of time there, pretending we were princesses of medieval times waiting for our prince to come find us (who would have known he'd be waiting at the Ballyshannon bus depot instead?). These crazed fanatics decided ice cream would suffice, so we searched for one of the big plastic ice cream cone sculptures that are scattered across the country, and seem to be much easier to find when you're not looking for them. After being distracted by a few more of those tacky gift shops, we finally found heaven in a cone. It's funny because it actually tasted like real ice cream...like whipped cream, but frozen...like, ya know...ice CREAM...makes sense, right?
The bus was a little late, but in bus world that means right on time. It was fate, really. If the bus had been on time, I mean..."early"...then we may not have found the man of any girl in her right mind's dreams. We all know he wasn't real. He can't possibly have been. NO ONE is that beautiful in real life. Hmmm, maybe he was a total jerk or something...he has to have some flaw. Thanks to Mallory, we have documentation that there is a physical being who appears to be perfect. And no...she wasn't creepy about it, quite tactful, in fact. We needed proof, or no one would have believed "Pierre" exists. He does, ladies, and he's wandering around Bundoran. We think he might even call Spain his home. Go get 'em...we missed our chance.
When we got back to the house, we laid down with Grainne and Nollie, giggled a bit, and fell asleep. We woke up, watched Notting Hill and ate the most insanely delicious frozen pizza known to man (I know "frozen pizza" and "insanely delicious" normally don't even come close to squeezing into the same sentence without the words ARE NOT in the middle...but trust us on this one. Incredible). The girls needed to clean up since they're heading out of town for the weekend, so we packed up and went back to "The Shack" with Grainne.
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