THE BEST driver, navigator, photographer, suitcase hauler, umbrella holder, travel partner ever.
Dunluce Castle (which apparently is like, a thing in Game of Thrones??), Giant’s Causeway, Belfast, and this kid, whose already hitched a ride to 4 new countries with mom...too bad she doesn’t have a passport yet.
Sligo and Slieve League. Geologists say that before the continents split, this mountain range was part of the Appalachian mountain range. Interesting #irishroadtrip
Connemara, backroads of Ireland, and Doo Lough Pass where during the Irish potato famine, hundreds of starving people walked 15+ miles in the winter to receive food aid. Miscommunication and lack of effort by govt aid officials is what led the people to make the deadly journey. Millions are making that journey even today. Inscription on the memorial reads: “To commemorate the hungry poor who walked here in 1849 and who walk the Third World today. ‘How can men feel themselves honoured by the humiliation of their fellow beings.’ Gandhi”
Slea Head Drive on the Dingle Peninsula, obligatory Cliffs of Moher photo and Galway. #irishroadtrip
It’s hard to select just a few favorites from our Ring of Kerry day. Torc Waterfall forest (where the fairies live), Dunloe Gap, Ballaghisheen Gap, the Wild Atlantic Way, random castle, and our thatched roof Bed and Breakfast. #irishroadtrip “And we rode on the plains of the sea’s edge; the sea’s edge barren and grey, Grey sand on the green of the grasses and over the dripping trees, Dripping and doubling landward, as though they would hasten away, Like an army of old men longing for rest from the moan of the seas.” From the Wanderings is Oisín by W.B. Yeats
Gap of Dunloe.... really no words to describe it! #irishroadtrip
Cobh, County Cork #irishroadtrip
Monastic City City in Glendalough, Wicklow Mountains “Upon a grey old battered tombstone, In Glendalough beside the stream, where the O’Byrnes and Byrnes are buried, He stretched his bones and fell in a dream, Of sun and moon that a good hour Bellowed and pranced in the round tower.” From Under the Round Tower, W. B. Yeats #irishroadtrip
Trinity College Library, Dublin “All the words that I utter, All the words that I write, Must spread out their wings untiring, And never rest in their flight, Til they come where your sad, sad heart is, And sing to you in the night, Beyond where the waters are moving, Storm-darkened or starry bright.” From Where My Books Go by W. B. Yeats #irishroadtrip
Throwback Thursday to that time I got stuck in the Brussels airport and decided to go into town. Belgium was my 20th country!