After the biggest lapse in 2009, forgetting to post about Ireland, I figured I should probably make up for it, and how better than to actually do the long awaited Ireland blog post? So without further ado, here it is.
After the long flight across the Atlantic, the kids munch on, what else? Chocolate croissants. We still had another quick flight over to Shannon to begin our horseshoe tour of the island, up the west coast, across into Northern Ireland, and finally south to finish in Dublin.
After landing in Shannon, we picked up our manual shift Volvo S60. The interior was plastered with stickers everywhere to remind you to drive on the left, as if the steering wheel being on the opposite side wasn’t reminder enough. I’m proud to say that, aside from the minor mirror rub, I did pretty dang well driving on the wrong side of the road. The harder part was using the left hand to shift gears!
A dad and his son. Dad secretly holding son for dear life. Reason? See that little sign in the lower right hand corner?
Beautiful, but don’t get too close to the edge of the Cliffs of Moher.
Gus O’Connor’s, location of the first of many pints.
The Burren: “place of rocks.” Aptly named. The big rock in the second picture is a “giant’s football,” the first of many references to giants and fairies.
Bunratty castle, again, the first of many to come.
The Poulnabrone Dolmen, a portal tomb in County Clare.
We decided that we should check out the Cliffs of Moher from the water. But that water looks… choppy.
An awesome view!
Do not adjust your monitor, we were in fact pretty green from the chop! The salty captain even gave Lisa a bag, just in case, but luckily it wasn’t needed.
That took us to the end of our time in Doolin, County Clare. Next, it was on to Galway!