She Said -- Tuesday. Roscommon and the West Lands

Wren here.  We went 'Off Roading' today, off the beaten track.  Rick wanted to see Roscommon, the home where his paternal grandfather grew up before emigrating to the States.  He'll tell you about his take on that at a later time.  It is a typical Irish postcard of a town, where the residents speak Gaelic and herds of school children walk home for their noon meal.  From there, we picked the scenic route on the GPS and got immediately lost in beautiful countryside. Here is a picture of Rick in the tiny car we rented, to give you an idea of its size. . . . . so that when I show you a picture of said car on a little road we followed,
 

you will understand that
1) The roads are definitely NOT designed for cars and
2) We were in quite a fix when we ran into someone coming at us in the other direction.  On this road, however, we DID find the remains of an old church.  It was almost a surreal experience, with the 1,000 old  ruin here, cows and sheep grazing in the distance.  It is sobering to realize that the people who built the church are long gone, the names on the grave stones in the church yard long washed away, but the God in which they put their trust  back then is the same in which we trust today.  We took in scenery like this for the rest of the day, then came back to the hotel to crash.  Tomorrow, more west country.  We've booked some day trips for Thursday and Friday.  I hate to say it, but then Saturday we head off for home again.