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Let's see where were we. Well we are finally back in Dublin. It feels like we are home again. Yesterday we drove from Tramore to Dublin. Before we left I had my first official run in Ireland. Lynda and I both did a bit of exercising. We ran along the boardwalk by the sea. It was a lovely morning with no rain. We stopped in Avoca to visit the oldest hand weaving mill, started in 1782. I bought myself a scarf and then Lynda and I settled in for a nice spot of tea. We got back on the coach and headed for Glendalough. In Glendalough we visited a nice tall tower and a beautiful old cemetery. We were warned before getting off the coach that it might rain. Did Lynda and I listen ... no. So in the middle of our walk in the cemetery it opened up on us. We ran to find cover in a hotel. We sat in the bar and had a fabulous Irish coffee. We then came back to Dublin. We got to our hotel room and had a nice little nap to prepare ourselves for our big evening. We went to an Irish cabaret. It was great fun, except I might have drank a little bit to much. Or maybe I drank way way way to much. So it is official. My first hangover in Ireland. After the show we sat in the hotel bar with our friends laughing about all of our adventures.