Earlier, when we just pulled in, a rather jocular man, another guest - likely a member of Lions, Kiwanis or Rotary - came over and asked if we "had a permit to park here?" I, being a long time scamp myself, reached into the glove box and produced our rental papers which I lied and declared were an "All Ireland Free Parking Pass".
That started it. We bantered the whole time. His wife was embarrassed and my wife was amused.
Time to leave and we said our good-byes and just as we were ready to leave the breakfast room, my wife with as straight a face as I have ever seen turned to the room and looking at our new friend said loudly, "And, thank you so much for picking up our bill, you are so kind." And out the door she went.
Of course, we paid out own bill.
We left and took the road up Conner Pass - the most narrow two lane road in the world with one side that is nothing but air. At the top of pass we had our photo taken by a Frenchwoman we asked for the favor by hand signals. At which time I found the key to the room at Castle Douglas in my pocket -- I do these things, read about my leaving our passports at the hotel at Lake Como, Italy. Thus, it was back down the scary road, hand off the key, and back up the scary road on the way to the town of Dingle. Guess who is the mad man.
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