The glastents belong to a hostel in a very beautiful place in Connemara. The tents themselves are very sweet, and an electric blanket kept us very nice and warm. The breakfast in this place is amazing. And Karen, a women who is often times in and around the hostel took us on a nice walk we never would have found on our own. There is something special about this place; you notice it when looking into the guestbook, people tend to come back.
At the same time, when we stayed in the glastents, Stephen was not there. The person taking his place did not make us feel welcome at all. But, looking at all those peoples positive reactions, I assume it was an exception.