tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815530646091177574.post2147854429785391954..comments2024-03-22T05:18:29.555-04:00Comments on Romance Bandits: Random Facts about Joan....Picked RandomlyLoucinda McGary aka Aunty Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02217492654108300014noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815530646091177574.post-35616245914703110782007-05-22T00:49:00.000-04:002007-05-22T00:49:00.000-04:00OMG Joan, I have the same dang phobia! It didn't d...OMG Joan, I have the same dang phobia! It didn't develop until we lived in Florida and I was driving over the bridge from Clearwater into Tampa, waaaaaaaaaaay up and over the inlet waters. UGH! I had complete control of my car, but darn if I didn't imagine driving over into the water with one good gust of wind. <BR/><BR/>Now I'm in big D with the super overramps of what is locally called, "The high five". Yeah like I'm getting on that!<BR/><BR/>I feel your pain!<BR/>SuzSuzanne Ferrellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05761579189372602292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815530646091177574.post-80702461553334796312007-05-20T16:54:00.000-04:002007-05-20T16:54:00.000-04:00Caren,My Southern accent didn't faze the Welshman ...Caren,<BR/><BR/>My Southern accent didn't faze the Welshman who I asked directions from. After we walked away his son asked why we didn't speak English!Joanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12566704374877697300noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815530646091177574.post-42493060191068189102007-05-20T12:34:00.000-04:002007-05-20T12:34:00.000-04:00Oh, my! I'm picturing you, Joan, wearing your glow...Oh, my! I'm picturing you, Joan, wearing your glow-in-the-dark rosary, playing banjo, while sitting in the passenger seat of a car going across the Golden Gate bridge. =:-0<BR/><BR/>Unfortunately, I haven't been to Ireland, but do not imagine I will be driving when I go. I'll hire some flirty guide to drive me about. And when I'm there I plan to drag out the Southern accent for all I'm worth. Hey, being Southern has its uses! ;-)Caren Cranehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12352366686017375279noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815530646091177574.post-21736075182597428142007-05-19T23:55:00.000-04:002007-05-19T23:55:00.000-04:00Oh, yes, driving on the wrong side of the road. Be...Oh, yes, driving on the wrong side of the road. Being back fond memories of thorny bushes scraping the side of the car and my brother exclaiming rather calmly every other minute, "OK we're about to go into the ditch." At least this was in a flat part of eastern Scotland and northeastern England, so other than getting our wheels mucked up in cow pats, our lives weren't in imminent danger. <BR/><BR/>Aunty Cindy: I was holding on to my sides howling with laughter. Perhaps you should have a regular feature "Dispatches from Ireland" to fulfill our weekly laugh quota.Keira Soleorehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14440213826734580889noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815530646091177574.post-72915605756100686442007-05-19T21:22:00.000-04:002007-05-19T21:22:00.000-04:00AC,You are so right about the roads though there s...AC,<BR/><BR/>You are so right about the roads though there seems to be a major construction effort now so you don't HAVE to take the 2 lane ones.... but where's the fun in that? LOL<BR/><BR/>On my first trip I drove too. I had to put my goddaughter in the navigation seat because her mother, my friend Mary, was too petrified to read any signs. Of course, dear Lauren proceeded to read out loud the signs that said "Entering Co. Kerry. Road deaths 2001 42" EVERY county that child had to read it.<BR/><BR/>But by the end of that trip, I was driving like the Irish...insanely.Joanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12566704374877697300noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815530646091177574.post-91067815402018256622007-05-19T21:10:00.000-04:002007-05-19T21:10:00.000-04:00Joan,I can totally identify with #7 because the DH...Joan,<BR/>I can totally identify with #7 because the DH and I rented a car and drove all over Ireland too. Actually, I made HIM do ALL the driving. I'd made the mistake of driving in Spain a few years before and NEVER AGAIN! And especially not on the "wrong side" and on those bumpy little cow paths the Irish call roads. What is WITH those narrow roads anyway? <BR/><BR/>One of our guidebooks recommended driving the Ring Of Kerry in the opposite direction than most folks do. That way, you don't get stuck behind one of the 9,703 tour buses. Trust me, I'd rather be BEHIND one that have it barreling toward me on this 2 foot wide road with a stone wall on one side and a sheer cliff on the other! We nicknamed that drive the Ring of Terror. Couldn't get to the pub too soon at the end of that day.<BR/><BR/>Second most scary experience happened one night when we were trying to find "Aunty Lizzy's" house. DH has relatives in the North, very close to the border. Well, just like most of Europe, Ireland has almost no street signs and it was dark. DH's cousin Annette lost her bearings and we accidently went over the border into the Republic. They still had armed guards at the border then, and I am talking automatic weapons! ACK! So here is Annette jumping out of the car to ask directions from the guard who has this sub-machine gun slung around his neck!!! <BR/><BR/>Yes, I almost had a heart attack. But the guard quite kindly pointed us in the correct direction. And we finally DID make it to "Aunty Lizzy's" house, where I immediately asked to use the loo!Loucinda McGary aka Aunty Cindyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02217492654108300014noreply@blogger.com