The evening of St Patrick’s Day, we went to a church service where the pastor talked about the true St Patrick. Very interesting and the accent sure helps – might be something my brother should look into for his congregation. Anyway, the next day, my Travel Buddy, the 9yo, and I boarded the train from Cork to Cobh (pronounced “Cove.”). The trains there are very clean and much nicer than the Metra…but very similar in a lot of ways!
9yo was in love with the jam doughnuts they sold at the train station. And had two of them (that made an impression on me, because sometimes she can be a little picky!). I made her go up to the counter herself to pay with a Euro. (The bad thing is, they have really high taxes there, the good thing, they’re already added into the cost – so if something says “1 Euro,” it’s 1.)
We traveled to Cobh to see a couple things. First, to see the Queenstown Story, a museum built in an old train depot. And secondly, to visit a relative.
First of all, Cobh is built on a harbor of the Atlantic Ocean and, for many years, was the last port of call for huge steamer ships coming and going between England and America. In fact, the Titanic made its last port of call here. In earlier years, this was also the port where thousands of people left Ireland during the Famine Years to go to America. There is a beautiful statue outside of Annie, a 15 year old girl, standing with her two brothers. They are leaving Ireland to go to New York to meet their parents. Annie was the first person to be processed at Ellis Island. So if you visit New York, you’ll see another statue of Annie and her brothers – arriving in NY.(Note that Annie is looking back toward her homeland, while the brother is pointing forward to America.)
After a wonderful lunch at a restaurant that overlooked the harbor, we began our walk. I hadn’t realized how hilly the cities would be! We started out down by the water, and after climbing tons of steps like this:
We finally made it to the top of the hill – where you could overlook the city below. (Then discovered yet another hill to climb…)
Picture taken from the train. Not a great picture – but I wanted you to see how “romantic” the scenery was. Much more romantic than “Lisle…next stop…Lisle.”