i don't have the words to describe our week spent road tripping around ireland. from vibrant dublin we visited the giant's causeway, then drove to connemarra for the night. we ate some of the best seafood we'd ever eaten on the coast in ballyvaughan, and watched the sun set turn pink with happiness. maybe we were drunk, who could tell. we headed to ennis via the cliffs of moher, and galway. we picked up rebekah in shannon, and headed to limerick. we saw a castle on a river, and another corn market. via adare we made our way to kerry. in dingle we met funghie the dolphin, before saying goodbye to the wild atlantic way and making our final stop in cork.
we climbed shandon tower and rang the bells, waited in line and kissed the blarney stone, spent the afternoon in kinsale and missed getting into charles' fort by mere seconds. we sat at the edge of the world. we ate the creamiest ice cream, and had the mildest irish weather we'd never expected. we saw a woman dancing a jig to a man playing a fiddle in a fire-lit pub. we drank murphy's, and we didn't hate it. we ate too many types of potatoes. we finished our trip in cobh, where the titanic was built. it was a sunday and nothing was open. it was gorgeous, so it didn't matter.
we spent seven days exploring every corner of ireland, from the north right down to the south. a seven day adventure that has cemented ireland as a country that i love, and would love to call home one day. seven days was not enough, but was all we had. until next time...
