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Edited on Sun Feb-27-05 11:48 AM by mcscajun
dbt -- You were right. I'll never be the same again. Visiting Ireland, even just one small region for a very short time, was simply transformational.
Breathless is the word for my reaction to the sight of the Twelve Bens lightly covered with new-fallen snow and glowing under a full moon. Wow!
Limerick, Galway, Clifden, the Burren, the Cliffs of Moher, Letterfrack, Dingle, and Doolin were the main points along our itinerary, but we were based in Roundstone. The Bens are an ever-present and beautiful sight from the front door of the house where we stayed, more luck to us! On edit: How did I leave out Renvyle!?! Omigod! That was a beautiful place! I Must Go Back There! The last sight that impressed me as much was the Grand Canyon.
Every day was another encounter with friendly, talkative and helpful people, even the children! I had the most marvelous solo encounter with a schoolful of Roundstone children at recess. They ran to the wall surrounding the school on my approach and peppered me with the questions about my trip, my family and the US, and my travels there, offered their names, recited a poem for me (en masse) and gave travel and shopping advice, and finally conned me out of a packet of mints I had in my daypack, before giving me a goodbye worthy of Dorothy leaving Munchkinland. :)
I also developed a brand-new habit (which can't possibly sustain itself here, thank goodness) which was having a Bailey's over ice at lunchtime and two or three pints of Bulmer's Cider in the evening. Yikes!
I have nearly a hundred pics in my digital camera to sort through and sigh over, memories and sounds and sights in my head, and an urgent desire to go back and see it all again, but also to see more of Ireland, especially the land my folks are from up in Cavan.
It was all I could do not to turn the plane right around when it landed at JFK.
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