Mary is a complete gem, and our night in her home was extra special. She has been a professional innkeeper in her time, and has also raised a family, so she is one of those domestic goddesses who handles hospitality chores as if they are simply the natural order of things. Heaven smells like Mary's kitchen, I reckon. In time, I'm sure she'll have better signage or figure how to easily get her guests to her place. We arrived on a literal very dark and stormy night, and Garmin GPS had no clue where the address she gave us was. Folks at the local pub were helpful, however, and Mary drove in to fetch us, which was so appreciated, as we were tired and lost, and slightly traumatized by driving on the left side of winding hills in what to us was a real storm. (It was rain. Irish rain. But we are desert folk.) The only other wish would be to have a nighttime drink without caffeine -- herbal tea, chamomile, something comforting besides the bracing Irish cuppa. But that's SO darn American of me, and not a fault of Mary's at all. She served us the BEST "full Irish breakfast" on the island. Really, you MUST choose her place from among the dozens and dozens in the area! I wish I'd stowed extra scones in my bag -- just a little hint for ya, there. :-)