"I'm supposted to kiss what?" a Blarney Travel Page by chasdwes

Camilla and I travelled the winding, narrow roads where the ancient metal distance markers displayed miles and fractions of miles - ie "Blarney - 4 1/4 Miles" to Blarney and then to the storied castle. But to my surprise, Blarney Castle is no fairy book style structure. It is rather small, roofless, weathered and lacking proper love and cosmetic care. Such a shame!

We climbed the uneven stairway to the top of the two or three story building where we were greeted by a line of people that already in the process of puckering up. So I joined the end of the line and puckered.

I, like all others before me, was required to hang upside down while holding onto sturdy metal bars to complete the task at hand. As my legs were being held to keep me from falling to the first floor, I joined the well-known club and "Kissed the Blarney Stone." Thus, my gift of gab was immediately transformed.

Camilla did not kiss the stone. "It is too dirty!" she said. Of course, she wouldn't kiss me for a short while. These women are so picky!!