Kealkill’s Premiere Dog Whisperer
This morning John, Julie, Kate and I went to breakfast at Kathy Mullen’s house. Kathy is quite the fire-cracker, ripping shots at all who stand before her. I really like that she speaks her mind and sticks to her guns on everything. Kathy has taken a liking to me for my cool demeanor and insightful approaches to health and food. I think I turned her into Kombucha’s number one saleswoman in all of Ireland! Stock prices will fly!
Her house is incredibly charming and her company twice as much so. I experienced “potato waffles” for the first time, because Kathy knows I don’t eat grains, and these may be something I look into making myself. Maybe some variation like a potato pancake? Breakfast was incredibly filling and extremely energizing. I went with the family into Bantry, where Julie visits her sick father on the daily. I grabbed a cappuccino proper at The Breakfast House (the only open restaurant in Bantry) and gathered materials for my coconut banana bread that bakes behind me as I write.
I’m finding more and more reason to try and stay in Ireland. The people here are so different than Americans. Of course, each sect has pros and cons, but the easy-going charm of the Irish is luring me in. The rain is close to unbearable though and I have a lot of respect to all those hardworking souls getting what needs to be done everyday in the grey.