Traveling in Europe and Latin America, living in the former territorial capital of Arizona, relocating to New England, raising a family in Texas, I have discovered a passion for historic eating and drinking establishments and lodging. Whether it’s the place where Doc Holiday wet his whistle,
Kafka ate lunch
or an arms storehouse during the Revolutionary War
it’s great fun to hear the history of the building, the business and the menus.
Driving the Dingle peninsula, and yes I drove on the left of the road for two weeks, we stopped across from the Dún Beag Fort - Dingle - and the Stonehouse Cafe beckoned.
Delicious Irish coffee and traditional lamb stew were right there in the middle of nowhere It was a few weeks after the Brexit vote. A lovely British couple joined me and we chatted. Before I could drive away a huge bus ( I have no idea how those huge tourist busses commandeer narrow Irish roads) pulled into our small lot. A mix of east Europeans and South Koreans tumbled into our mix. The sky was blue, the sun shining and here we are, a stone’s throw from a 2500 year old fort. We chatted about Brexit then let our defenses down and laughed about spending a bit of our children’s inheritance to enjoy our world. I was hooked. I knew my older adult community existed and the energy of a place of history enhanced our experience.