This is my last post from Ireland. We have just 18 days to go. It's all very sad. We went to a play on Saturday (Brendan Behan's Borstal Boy) and they had a sing song (what Americans call a sing-along) at the end that left me in tears. Who knew that a song about being in prison would move me to tears. I think it was just the sing song, a very common occurrence in Ireland and another of the things I'll miss a lot.

I had a very nice break in County Wexford at Rosslare and Mt. Usher with my friends Mary and Dierdre on Thursday and Friday. Dierdre and I took the train there on Thursday morning and met Mary, who was visiting friends there earlier in the week. We had rooms booked in Kelly's Hotel in Rosslare, a really nice old spa on the sea. In addition to two lovely walks on the sea, we had Irish Peat treatments in the spa and a really great dinner. I would definitely recommend a stay at Kelly's to anyone visiting Ireland.

Next week Alan and I are going to Powerscourt, another place I've wanted to visit before leaving. This is another spa in the Wicklow Mountains. Alan's booked a massage and I'm going to have a facial.We are looking forward to another bus adventure, similar to one we took when we first got to Dublin. Some of the bus routes are very long, and this one goes from Dublin City Center and ends at Powerscourt. Assuming it doesn't make every stop, we can expect a ride of over an hour. If it's busy it will be longer than that. Since April, I've had a free ride card for all busses and trains in Ireland, so this will be another benefit of that card. Another thing to be missed when we leave.

We've had several farewell meals and have several more planned, including one at The Rustic Stone with friends Sarah and David tomorrow night. They are friends we made during our trip to Majorca where we met Sarah on that walking vacation. We've had several very nice outings with them both. Last night, Mary and Leo, friends from my book club, came for dinner, and next Sunday we will see John and Mary, our old family friends and the only people we knew in Dublin before we arrived. (There are a lot of Marys in Ireland.)

We took a quick trip to Donegal earlier this month where we paid our last visit to my mother's grave in Frosses and saw our family, the Flynns for dinner. Again, there were tears on departing. I think that was the hardest because I will so miss visiting my Mom regularly.

We are pretty much packed with 3 of our 4 50-pound case allotment already full. Each one is so close to the maximum weight that I hope we leave on a dry day because if anything takes on any additional moisture we will be pulling things out at the airport. I know that moisture can add weight from my days doing mail surveys. If the mail piece was right on the edge of a second stamp I prayed for a dry day because a wet one would mean double the mailing cost! One of the bags weighs in at 49 pounds on our bathroom scale, so that's cutting it close. They really are sticklers for that maximum weight, and we have to do it twice since we have a connection in Chicago for our final destination of Indianapolis.

There is one big plus, returning to friends in America. It will be so nice to be closer to people with whom we have a long history. I don't want to minimize that great benefit of coming back. It's the one thing that has sustained me and kept me from utter despair. That's the silver lining.