Departing Dublin and seeing the scenery before me was excellent, so many trees, I mean real trees people, like tree in Canada trees! This is a big deal due to the serious lack of vegetation in London. I mean my lungs felt better instantly after breathing the fresh island air!
Our first stop was the soggy town of Blarney, home to, you guessed it Blarney Castle and the famous Blarney stone! I gave it a big ole smackeroo, to get the gift of the gab! Pfsst as if i didn't have it already! Lol After getting thouroughly soaked we were back on the bus to head to Killarney and search for men clad in plaid and tractor hunting. We had an evening with an Irish storyteller which was awesome, some pints of guinness which was grand and then danced the night away. I even awoke with a dancing man on my head :(
We headed to dingle and around the dingle penninsula where i happliy kicked off my shoes and put my toes in the sand and walked in the atlantic! So the story goes, if you dip your toes in the Irish Atlantic your soul is kept in Ireland for 20 years, upon which time you must return to Ireland to claim your soul back, which has been kept safe for you! Guess I'll see you again Ireland!
We kicked off the last day with a trip to the Cliffs of Moher! Gorgeous rugged and harsh coastline, breath taking. With a lunch stop in Gallway with all sorts of singers and buskers on the street we ended back in soggy Dublin and I headed back to London, with one more stamp in the passport and yet another place added to the "must go back there" list.
