And now…the moment we’ve been waiting 5 years for.. the reason 40 Americans and about 200 people from Ireland, Australia, and England flocked to Fermoy… The Bartley/Buckley Family Reunion! (If you want an exact count please count all the heads above and report back.) The day started out cloudy and chilly, but it turned out to be perfect reunion-ing weather. We got there early to help set up. And by “set up” I mean bring out the entertainment: a wooden cow for the kids to practice milking on. Gotta love a good educational toy. Monopoly, abacuses, milking cows…
I filled her up with water and Oran got to work! Anna, Sarah “the fourth triplet,” and Katie The sun eventually came out in full Irish force.
And a massive family tree was posted up on the fence. Can’t tattoo this bad boy on to your back. Got the tree down pat Katie? Maybe??
Even the people (mom) who married into the family tree are excited! For lunch, some people had a classy spread.. Others, had a casual picnic. Again this is very representative of our vacation food: “crisps,” bread butter, cheese and fruit. Delicious!
The highlight is always the Americans vs. Irish tug-of-war. We really thought we had a shot this year. We showed no mercy! Not even to the tiny ginger up front.
Alas, there were just too many Irish. And we were brought to our knees (3 times in a row I believe. Sorry America.) You’d think we were trying to start a family feud- next up, a competitive game of soccer. I focused my attention on scouting the sure to be next big thing in Irish soccer. Mark my words, 20 years from now you will be hearing about these boys… We requested more photos, and again, Oran was not too pleased. Don’t believe anyone who says Ireland is cloudy. Just look at the poor boy! We headed home to freshen up before heading to the pub. Sadly, there are no pictures because we were too busy eating, drinking, and chatting. Someone hired a local musician, so in the evening we swayed along to sad Irish songs from the one man band. When he played Irish jigs and classics for us Americans like, “Sweet Home Alabama” we stormed the dance floor. In the morning we said sadly goodbye to our lovely Irish family. Goodbye, Oran Goodbye, Cara And goodbye, Robyn.
We headed to Dublin where we stuffed our pockets with Irish candy from the vending machines before getting on the plane home.
“Thank you Are Lingus for being the most adorable airlines. Tea, shamrocks, planes named after Irish saints, and playing 1 Direction upon landing. Also thank you for not dropping me in the middle of the Atlantic.”
See you in 5 years Ireland! We couldn’t have asked for a better trip. Nor for a better family.