John met us at the dock, and led us up to Cafe Una, where Una said we were very welcome. That’s a thing that many people seem to say, here as a greeting – “You are very welcome,” or a similar thing in Irish meaning “a thousand (or hundred thousand) welcomes.” I had doubts that we would all fit into the covered wooden wagon, but we did. Brian stayed back at the cafe.
Archaeology indicates that there were once trees on the island, but those are long gone. Arable soil has to be made by putting down seaweed. I didn’t see any crops growing. I think most of the livelihood comes from tourism nowadays, and supplies come from the mainland.
After the tractor tour, we had soup and sandwiches back at Cafe Una. The tomato basil soup was especially good on a cold and rainy day.
The ferry ride back from the island was even rougher, but in fact, this was one of the most fun things on the trip for me. Large waves were coming in from the starboard side, perpendicular to our course. The ship was rolling quite a bit. I later heard that more than a few passengers vomited down in the cabin. No one on the upper deck, out in the wind and cold, had any trouble.
In the evening, we went to a dinner hosted by Sarah and Sean. Sarah is a Montessori teacher, while Sean teaches math and science at a secondary school for boys.