After Cork we drove on to Kenmare, where we got to stay at one of the neatest B&Bs in the world. The folks there were so helpful, and among Kenmare’s wealth of delicious food, they sent us to probably what is the best one, where Jayson and I each had this: scallops in cream sauce with eggplant & arugula with mashed potatoes. Probably the single best meal of my entire life. I mean; I mean. I felt like Jodie Foster in Contact, when she exclaims – “No words. Should’ve sent a poet.” Also, I learned something interesting – see that orange thing on the scallops? Turns out we don’t really get that in America, because most of our scallops are imported (big freaking shock, eh?) So they remove those before importing them because they go rotten and fall off quickly. But when you have scallops that were caught literally feet from where you eat them, they’re still on, like shrimp tails. Seriously, getting to have this meal was worth the entire cost of the trip.