Rick Steves Is Wrong About Killarney
I don’t care what Rick Steves says about Killarney. To quote him directly: “Killarney (Ireland): This is a place where most tourists wear nametags — a traffic jam of tour buses. If you have the misfortune to spend the night in Killarney, you'll understand what I mean. The town is a sprawling line of green Holiday Inns and outlet malls littered with pushy shoppers looking for plastic shamrocks.”
Rick, I don’t know what side of the bed you got up on when you wrote that, but you obviously don’t know your shamrock from a bowl of shite. Get up and see the real Killarney. Take some time to know the people. Have a Guiness or four. And believe in the fairies!
And I promise you, you will fall in love with the place just like I did over 53 years ago.
Killarney and Ireland forever!
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I don’t care what Rick Steves says about Killarney.
To quote him directly: “Killarney (Ireland): This is a place where most tourists wear nametags — a traffic jam of tour buses. If you have the misfortune to spend the night in Killarney, you'll understand what I mean. The town is a sprawling line of green Holiday Inns and outlet malls littered with pushy shoppers looking for plastic shamrocks.”
Rick, I don’t know what side of the bed you got up on when you wrote that, but you obviously don’t know your shamrock from a bowl of shite. Get up and see the real Killarney. Take some time to know the people. Have a Guiness or four. And believe in the fairies!
And I promise you, you will fall in love with the place just like I did over 53 years ago.
Killarney and Ireland forever!
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by Edmund O'Rourke
By Killarney's lakes and fells,
Em'rald isles and winding bays,
Mountain paths, and woodland dells
Memory ever fondly strays;
Bounteous nature loves all lands;
Beauty wanders everywhere
Footprints leaves on many strands,
But her home is surely there.
Angels fold their wings and rest
In that Eden of the west,
Beauty's home, Killarney,
Ever fair--Killarney.