Letterkenny and the House of Horrors!

I slept on the bus. We stopped at Knock, the most holy place in Ireland where the Blessed Mother appeared to 14 people. I attended mass, which was nice. On the way out, I conversed with an Irishman. I helped him find where he was going, and he asked me who Fav-ruh was ( I obviously was wearing my Favre jersey). He thought that Favre was a soccer player for France. It was funny, because I then said America and he replied "Oh Landon Donovan and all of them" Not quite. American football. "Oh I don't know much about that". It was nice though.

We stopped at this little Seaside town, and Maggie and I went to the beach. Patrick got some good pictures of us jumping in the air--we had no idea he was even there at first.
I began reading Dorian Gray. It is quite n amazing book.
Upon arrival at Letterkenny, I was amazed at the splendor of the hotel. It looked fantastic, Victorian, and creepy. The carpet and the long hallways reminded me of The Shining. However, I did not realize how creepy the hotel was until I attempted to make it to my room. To get there I had to walk up the grand staircase, then turn right, go down the hall, and through a door to get to another staircase. This one was small and stupid. And creepy. Once at the second and top floor, I turned right, following a sign that says 228-271 this way. I was in room 270, the second to last room. The next highest room in our group was 256, not even close. Logically, room 270 would be down the hall and around the corner, but no, that way only continued to room 258, next to Maggie's room. Immediately after coming up the stairs and through the door, I had to make a right, down a separate hallway, no , a separate wing, in which none of the lights worked. So, walking down the dark, long hallway, I get to the end, and the last room is room 269. This is quite ominous, as I am 270. But at the very end of the hallway is a door, a push door that is labelled exit, but what the hey, I go through it. That brought me to a room, basically an extension of a hallway, with one emergency fire exit with an alarm, and two doors. Rooms 270 and 271. Creepz, right? Yeah, it gets worse. So hangin in this little hallway room thing is one piece of artwork, a picture of a little boy clown, curled up and crying. This is just getting to ominous for me, so I go in my room. It looks nice, until later that night, when I was in the bathroom, and the door opens. Twice. Also throughout the night the shower kept turning on and off. Haunted Hotel.
Plenty of other things happened in Letterkenny, like my first ever ride in a taxi and teaching Dennis to Runba in the lobby, but the creepiness of the hotel was moer than enough for you all.