"One! One baby Girl!" 
Carrick-a-read Rope Bridge - yes we crossed it.
The Giant's causway - a natually coblestoned beach
Lock-a-somthing Castle. The story was a rich lady had all her friends over for dinner at her castle, built over a cave on the ocean. Perhaps her friends were overweight, or perhaps there were other factors to consider, but regardless, the floor fell out of the dinning room at the party, and they never had another party there again.
Queens square had waterfountains that randomly varied in pressure. We renamed them, "The Gauntlet" and rode our bikes through them.
Again we went off to church. There were two churches to choose from in the area. We traveled long and hard on our bikes and when we were about to give up, and old man on the street corner, who'd probably been waiting for us all night came forward and said "Aye! Ye's lookin' fer the Mormon Church?" He directed us the rest of the way and we arrived on time, and the church was closed. Looked like it was under construction or something. Guess we picked the wrong one. Then we sailed from Ireland that very day and in two weeks arrived in the merry country of New York. Twas a lovely voyage, as they say.
After Gibraltar we sailed on to Iceland. 66 degrees north, where the ice meets the water. We entered the arctic circle, and experienced nightless days. We docked in the city of Reykjavik where we could see snow on the mountains in the distance and we heard rumors of puffins in the region. We also happened to be there during the independence day festival. The city filled with blond men and women of a most stark elegance in a land of darkness and power!
There were Vikings the size of houses!
And slugs the size of Pigs!
And we saw mountains that looked so close, but after miles of biking prooved to be far, far away.
Behold, Icleand!
While in Gibraltar we wanted to go to church. The closest LDS Church was in Algeciras Spain. So we shined our shoes and set out for the Frontera. We walked to the end of Gibraltar and followed the only road off the peninsula. We discovered that Gibraltar was seperated from Spain by a big airport. The airport ran from coast to coast, so the the highway cut right through the middle of it, with desceding roadblocks at either end to allow aircraft to land. Well we walked across the airport, found the bus station and rode along the coast to Algeciras. We found our way to the door of an inconspicous building on a street lined with inconspicous buildings. The door opened to a small branch of Spanish saints, about to begin their Sacrament meeting. Ashley bore her testimony at the Testimony meeting, in Spanish. Pete followed her brave example, timidly. We were well received and thoroughly enjoyed the experience. 
After the Azores we went to Gibraltar to see the monkeys. Hercules declared the Rock of Gibraltar the end of the world. Once you sailed outside the Mediteranean all you would run into were volcanic islands, (like the Azores), that reminded them of Hades. So the Rock of Gibraltar, owned by Great Brittain - even though it is a peninsula off of mainland Spain - and the corresponding rock in Morroco became known as the pillars of Hercules, marking the exit of the Mediterranean sea.
