So before went to Italy. Before we missed our flights and then trains, we were most happy in Ireland. Taking up some new sights in County Clare. Despite the cold, windy, rain, we enjoyed the Cliffs of Moher. This is truly an amazing piece of scenery. Intense cliffs to a raging sea. They no longer let you wander to the edge, as too many people were getting blown off. Now there is a wall and path you have to stay on. It’s probably better for human kind.
After seeing the Cliffs of Moher, we stopped at a roadside pub for a bowl of soup. Lori also fell to the pressure of tasting the best half pint of Guiness in Ireland (and the world for that matter). It’s all about the draft, you see (Pat O’Donohue, the proprietor says). A short line from the keg to the draft is most important. And the temperature, of course. It must be kept and served at the right temperature. The soup was excellent as well as the bread. Both were made that day by Pat’s grandmother. This was a true family business that went back 4 generations.
Next, we were off to the Burren. I could try to explain the sights but it’s best just to look at the pictures. The Burren is a national park now, however, the locals still use it for grazing as they have done for hundreds (maybe thousands of years). They know how to use the land but not destroy it. Something we could all learn from.
We settled for the night in Lisdoonvarna, a cute little town that has a match-making festival. So all you singles out there, plan a visit in September. You may find yourself with a nice Irish girl or boy.
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