Weekend In Ireland

It will be impossible to separate this trip from what happened last weekend, but for the purposes of this blog post, that’s what we’re going to do. We’re happy that we and our friends are safe and confused and utterly devastated about the rest. Neither of us feel like writing about it. If you want to talk more, send us an email.

I know many people have already been to Ireland. It was a first for me. If you have never been, go. For five days, we never felt like strangers here. It’s funny, because everyone in Ireland also seems to have an inferiority complex about what visitors think of them. It is the most friendly, welcoming, and genuinely warm place I’ve ever been. I feel lucky that in only two months I’ve been able to top what I thought would be the best trip I’d ever take.

Upon arrival in Dublin, we picked up the car and headed for a long, winding drive through the Wicklow Mountains National Park, where we arrived at the park’s Upper Lake, one of the greatest scenes I’ve lever laid eyes on. The rain let up enough for us to walk around a bit, but the wind would be with us for the entire trip. We then headed to Kilkenny for the night, where we tucked into some delicious food, beer and whiskey.

The second day, we drove across the country to Kenmare, an entrace to the Ring of Kerry drive. We stopped at the Rock of Cashel and Blarney Castle along the way, taking advantage of the nonexistent crowds, owing to us visiting during the low season. I didn’t care one way or another about kissing the stone, but I’m glad we went. After seemingly having the country to ourselves, I don’t think I’d ever want to go in the summer, despite the awful weather that accompanied us for most of the trip.

The following day, we drove the Ring of Kerry. Again, despite the weather, the views were breathtaking. To have so much natural beauty in a small island is really astounding. I was nervous about spending so much of the trip in the car, but it was worth it.After the ring, we headed north to the tiny, tiny village of Doolin.

The following morning, we were greeted with the wildest winds yet. I was probably looking forward to seeing the Cliffs of Moher the most, so we went anyway. The fog lifted enough to give us a great day, but there were definitely no boat rides that day. We then headed back across the country to Dublin to enjoy our final night.

Go to Ireland. You won’t regret it.


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