Getting the gift of the gab at Blarney Castle

Posted on 03. Sep, 2012 by in Destinations, Europe Travel, Ireland, Press Trips

I was always intrigued by the famous, mysterious stone of eloquence at Blarney Castle.

Not that I need it, mind you.

Trust me - I talk enough as it is. I think people secretly wish I would just shut the hell up every once in a while. I even asked my dad the other day, at the end of a particularly long rant.

Was I always so volubile?

And without absolutely no hesitation whatsoever, he answered. Always. Really. Al-ways.

Right. I guess I picked the right career for that!

I was nonetheless very curious about the stone, even more so than I was about the rest of Ireland. Also, funny story. Someone on the bus asked if the stone was cleaned, or at least sanitized, for time to time. Our guide seemed to pick her brain about that, trying to find a date. She even asked the driver to chime in.

“Yes, the stone was actually cleaned quite recently. I’m guessing it’s only been about, I don’t know, roughly 600 years ago, perhaps?”

At least germs is one of the few things I am not afraid of - I’m just going to focus on that, instead of the terrifying height.

Climbing up the castle is pretty easy, although I’m guessing it’s a rough experience for the knees of people over 6 foot tall - the steps are extremely steep and very high. That made the climb up pretty fun for the guys in our group! Once you do get to the top, you are rewarded with fine views of the Blarney estate, which are, of course, very green. It’s Ireland, after all.

The big moment was just around the corner. I watched people do it. It seemed quite easy, and plus there’s a gentleman that helps you sit the right way and everything. I’ll be fiiiine.

I kept thinking that until it was my turn to lie on the floor and bend the hell backwards. Right. I’ll just let the guy lead the way and get it over with. But there was a slight problem - my brain would not rationalize that it was a safe procedure. Hundreds of people do it everyday.

When you think about it, it does go against nature to bend over backwards to kiss a dirty stone some 90 feet in the air while some guy holds your waist. Right!?

Speaking of the gentleman, he noticed that I was starting to freak out and instead of telling me what to do and relax, he just sled me to the stone and put my face right in it. Without any sort of warning. That, ladies and gentleman, will make your heart skip a bit of two.

So I kissed the stone that so many before me kissed and got back on my wobbly legs, hoping that the blood would return to my upper body eventually.

“The stone this is, whoever kissed,

He never misses to grow eloquent

Tis he may clamber to a lady’s chamber,

Or be a member of Parliament”

It was quite the experience, kissing the stone of eloquence. While I may not be making my way to neither a lady’s chamber nor the Parliament, I’m pretty glad I threw my fear of heights in the gutter and did it anyway, despite how unnatural it felt to actually lie there.

And perhaps this seemingly endless post will be a testament of how effective the stone really is…

Disclaimer: I was a guest of Shamrocker Tours on this trip. As always, all opinions are my own.

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8 Responses to “Getting the gift of the gab at Blarney Castle”

  1. Abby

    06. Sep, 2012

    Haha I loved this! I guess a lot of us probably babble. :)

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  2. Turtle

    16. Sep, 2012

    Do you think the saliva from all the people before you stays on the rock? It would be like kissing a whole group of tourists at once (so a bit like being on a Contiki tour).

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    • Marie-Eve Vallieres

      23. Sep, 2012

      I’d rather not think about that :) Or, I could say that I’ve kissed Brad Pitt, because he’s been up there as well. I’ll take that.

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  3. cheryl

    26. Sep, 2012

    Ba ha ha! Cute.

    Cool that you got over your fear and just did it … even though you didn’t have much choice. :)

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    • Marie-Eve Vallieres

      04. Oct, 2012

      Nope, I didn’t! It’s not like I could go all the way up there and not do it :P

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  4. Amber

    10. Feb, 2014

    I kissed it 2 years ago. When my husband looked at the picture they take, he informed me that I didn’t actually kiss the ACTUAL Blarney stone (as most people aim too high), so I had to march right back up and do it again. I also returned home a few days later with a horrible flu, that I’ve forever referred to as my Blarney Flu.

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    • Marie-Eve Vallieres

      13. Feb, 2014

      Ha, the Blarney Flu! Love it. I guess it does make sense, all the germs on there mixed with the humid Irish weather!

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