The main reason we went to Cork was to kiss The Blarney Stone at Blarney Castle. For those not familiar with this ridiculous ritual, people come from all around the world to be dangled upside-down from an ancient tower so they can smush their lips against this specific stone. In addition, when we went it had just rained, and everything was scarily slippery. I was afraid that I'd kiss the wrong rock; and as the old man lowered me over the edge, I began to panic because every brick seemed the same to me. And just when I was about to give up, I saw one specific stone, significantly dirtier than all the others, and completely ridden with lipstick marks. So I kissed it.
Taken on my Nikon FM10.
