(Me, on the Dingle Peninsula.)
Day two here in Ireland...and although I'm an unexplainable mix of exhausted and inspired, my brain still cannot find words to describe exactly how beautiful this entire experience is. (I'm certain ending a sentence with "is" is not at all grammatically correct. Watch me not care, for once, Internet!)
Currently, we're staying in Killarney, a sweet little city in south western Ireland. It's the sweetest place I could ever dream up, and that's hardly hyperbole. We've already found and visited our favorite baker twice (or three times?), and tonight I'm praying she whips up another batch of whatever I ordered today. This morning, we left our favorite village and took a little day trip out to the Dingle Peninsula (insert your inappropriate sexual joke here), a place that has been my cell phone background for approximately two years. (Dreams do come true! Keep saving those gorgeous places as your desktop background, office monkeys...maybe someday, you'll go!) The drive was about two and a half hours each way, but most definitely paid for itself in breathtaking seascapes and landscapes. But, oh, the things we learned:
Lesson One: Road signage in Ireland is epically impossible. Don't plan on searching for street names, as they're rarely visible.
Lesson Two: The rented Irish GPS cannot find anything but Dublin no matter how you search. Travel with an iPhone. (We did.)
Lesson Three: Dark chocolate ice cream + raspberry sorbet is an amazing marriage of two frozen treats...especially in gorgeous coastal Dingle.
Lesson Four: Multiply any estimated drive time by 1.25. Unimaginably teeny roads (even on highways) means meeting any traffic requires one driver to pull over to a complete stop, and allow the other to pass. This is fun for the first twelve times. It also means that should you get behind a jaunting car...it's gonna be a while, folks.
Lesson Five: Shepard's Pie in Ireland is still just as frightening as it is in the states.
(Yes, that's me...and a pile of ground beef. There's a moment that you'll never see again...)
Lesson Six: I am in love with this beautiful place, and am bound to cry when I leave. I've promised myself that I'll not yet think about that moment. Perhaps the breathtaking scenery and romance of Ireland is making me a tad emotional, but after only two days, I do believe this place is forever imprinted on my heart.
Terrible pie, and all. :)