What Do’in in Doolin? by Cathy
As directed by our Airbnb host, we picked up the keys to our Doolin cottage from Fred, the neighbor and local musician. The sign on the door said, “Knock loudly, and then be patient.” We knocked. We waited. Patiently, we thought. Then, thinking our knock may not have been loud enough, we knocked again. “Ulrigh, I ‘ear yuh!” we heard from inside. Moments later, the door opened to reveal Ted, a white-haired and bearded, jolly fellow, with one tooth and one leg missing (thus explaining the “be patient” part). He gave us the keys and a hand drawn map of the town with several pubs, one store, and one church marked. He told us which pubs were his favorites – O’Connell’s and McGann’s – which corresponded to where he’d be playing the following nights. We thanked him and told him we were looking forward to seeing him perform.
Our excitement about staying in this 100+ year-old house was briefly dampened when we discovered there was no WiFi.
