Seeking a Room for the Night)
Excerpt from Kristy's Journal:
Friday - September 13, 2002
lunch in Kilkenny we went to Kildare County to try to get
to the Kinsdale Stud Farm. We were stuck behind this enormous
piece of construction machinery for 20-30 minutes that could
only go 10 mph. Ridiculous really. He refused to pull over
and let anyone pass. So on this double white-lined road with
no room on either side, people are literally dive bombing
out, hoping that no one is coming and darting around both
me and the mammoth piece of machinery.
We finally made it to Kinsdale and alas the Stud Farm was
closed, but we came across St. Brigid's Well and stopped for
a visit. Definitely a pilgrimage center of some sort. There
were signs about stopping at each marker and saying the rosary.
And people had left trinkets and rosaries presumably for St.
Because I picked up a children's book in one of the tourist
traps, I happen to know St. Brigid's story. She was born before
Christianity had spread through Ireland. She was the only
daughter of a tenant farmer. She met St. Patrick, began to
follow his teachings and was converted to Christianity. She
came home and pledged never to marry, to serve only God. Soon
other girls heard about this and came to practice Christianity
with Brigid. They began to outgrow the farm and Brigid's father
asked her where she would get the land for her and the other
girls to live on. She said that the lord of the lands would
give it to her.
So, off Brigid went with a few of her followers. And they
encountered the owner of the land on the road. She asked him
for a piece of land, in fact, the land she was standing on
right now seemed perfect she told him. To which he replied,
"I would hardly give you my poorest lands, let alone
my best." So she asked him this. "Would you give
me the lands that my cloak will cover." Laughing he agreed.
Brigid took off her cloak and had each of her 4 girls hold
an end and walk in opposite directions. The cloak spread far
and the the owner was amazed. He gave Brigid the land and
converted to Christianity shortly after. And thus goes the
tale of St. Brigid.
After St. Brigid's Well, we fruitlessly searched for a B&B
and we were turned away twice with no vacancies. (Apparently,
there was a wedding in town.)
So at our fourth stop, exhausted, dirty and hungry they told
us that they "kind of had a room." That we would
need to go bed early, because the floor boards squeak. Regardless,
it was 40 Euros/person, so we said "Great, we'll take
it!" The owners were very sweet and even said they would
have breakfast ready at 8 am, so we could hike off to Dublin
to return our rental car first thing in the morning.