With St. Patrick's Day approaching, I've been thinking a lot about my trip to Ireland. We are planning on returning next summer and I can't wait. I was digging through a couple of old journals the other day and came across the one I kept during my time there. I was not surprised by the amount of writing I did about the history and the gorgeous scenery. But, it was a happy little surprise to read about what I said about the people there.
I remember the folks I met in a few of the pubs we visited and how incredibly friendly they were. They were happy to meet us and talk about anything from life and travel to politics and religion. A bus driver that drove us around The Ring of Kerry got out with us at almost every stop and enjoyed the trip along side us. A tour guide told us dirty jokes about his mother-in-law and had us spitting out our drinks, "When my mother-in-law comes around the mice throw themselves in the traps!!" The feelings of history you get when you walk through abandoned castles is overwhelming and second only to the pleasure you are awarded when you meet the Irish people. I miss it.
From the top (Canon EOS 35mm film):
Sheep in The Ring of Kerry
A house in the Kerry bog village
Blarney Castle where we kissed the Blarney Stone
Another bog house
The town of An tSnaidhm, pronounced Sneem in English