So goes the song, and it's true-- it took Mike 22.5 years to make it to the county of his Irish origins: Tipperary. There were no tourist sites in small Tipperary Town, 3 hours southwest of Dublin. So, after finding a bed and breakfast at a great price, we did the first thing any true Tipperarite would: bought some Chinese food and Belgian beer.
Later that night, we chose a small but lively bar for a nice drink to wash down the classic Irish tunes played by a live, local band. I think this is a picture of it, but I suppose it could be from Killarney. It's a win-win for you viewers, though. We look just as cool in any pub in any town.
The next day we went to claim Mike's inheritance.
For history's sake, we left the shops where we found them. (Mike's note: Unfortunately we were there on a Sunday, so even though I saw many, many "It's a Long Way to Tipperary" stickers and such in store windows, I couldn't buy any.) (Mike's second note: Check out that cool new hat, which I bought in Ireland.)