We acquired the gift of gab on our tour through the magical land of Blarney. But fortunately for you, I had a camera with me, so I'll summarize each thousand words with a picture:
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| 1st stop: Dublin |
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| We rented a car, which I immediately drove the wrong direction around a traffic circle. Apparently, the Irish drive on the other side of the road. (Look left!) |
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| This was one of the few meals that we ate which wasn't heavily composed of the protein bars and fruit snacks I packed in my suitcase. Food in Ireland is crazy expensive. |
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| The next day, we drove to Glendalough and stayed in a hostel among the ruins of an ancient monastery (and some sheep). |
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| (This is, perhaps, my favorite picture ever.) | | |
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| The best part about staying at hostels is that they have kitchens. Whenever I travel, the ability to cook my own meal is the first thing I start to miss. I know, I'm weird. (This is also about the time when Matt started to get annoyed by how many pictures I was taking.) |
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| We then drove to Cork via County Kilkenny, hoping to tour their famous castle . . . |
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| . . . but their public sector was on strike. |
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| Even the angst in Ireland is kind of artsy. |
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| Live music & Irish brew . . . When in Rome! |
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| Yes, I kissed the Blarney Stone. |
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| During our trip, Ireland experienced the worst flooding they'd had in decades. We spent about 30 minutes deciding whether or not to try to drive through this . . . and were sufficiently deterred by our €3000 deductible. |
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| But the detours were pretty. |
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| Cliffs of Moher - it's easy to see why these have inspired so much poetry. |
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| love |
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| my camera's self-timer (and my little brother)! |
Happy St. Patrick's Day!
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