Fitbit In Command

As we lie in bed exhausted but happy, we wonder whether Nonna Laura's fitbit isn't getting a little too big for its britches.  "Only 200 more steps and you'll have walked 8 miles," indeed.

Let's begin at the beginning. The day started innocently enough, breakfast and tending farm animals.

Nonna Laura with full Irish breakfast. Eggs and pork were fresh off the farm.

Nonna Mary cuddles a new friend.

Then we were off to the Burren (unique rocky terrain). We identified a loop trail that seemed our speed and found the trailhead easily enough. The trail was well marked and beautiful. It was definitely rocky. Here's a view from our lunch spot.

Four hours later, under the tyrant Fitbit's unrelenting demands, we limped,  we crawled, we hobbled to the end of the trail. In what appeared to be a mirage, a Dutch expatriate farmer invited us up to his farm for tea.  There we indulged in home baked apple pie with cream and a cup of tea. All too soon Fitbit's maniacal laughter could be heard: "Only one more mile to the car!" 

And on a decidedly upbeat note here's how the day ended: