The magic of Irish cliffs

Two weeks in the green and the peace of a unique country

 

In Italy is still hot, but in Dublin September 12 definitely not. There is a wind that kills, and the sky is full of clouds. Car rental at the airport and then to the B & B booked from Italy, nice although a little 'out of town. First evening in the capital very positive: a good dinner, the obligatory Guinness (which I do not like much either), un po 'di shopping.
The next morning we start early, so we will have to return to Dublin to take the plane for Italy.

We travel in a northerly direction, towards Donegal. Crossing the border with Northern Ireland, and finally come to Donegal. The town is just lovely, with a small castle, but the nature is fascinating. Very few trees, low bushes everywhere lande desolate, deserted beaches filled with algae giants. Europe does not appear, but a remote and unexplored landscape.
From Donegal descend toward the south, through to Sligo, then to Westport to get to Galway. From there we embark on the Aran islands, where we a couple of days. There are many things to say if they are not great: an absolute peace, very few tourists, many sheep, and lots of rock. Even in the typical stone walls that serve to save the crops from the incessant wind. And then beautiful reefs, and unforgettable scenes, including a sunset over the sea breathtaking. Dinner of fish, obviously, before returning to the b & b, with windows overlooking the sea for a night that does not forget.

The ferry takes us back to Galway, where we start again in the south. We arrive at the Cliffs of Moher, a fantastic spectacle although full of tourists, then in Limerick, rather squalid town made famous by the novels of Frank McCourt. From there, always in the south, to admire the pensisola of Dingle. The temperature has been decent, and having regard to the white sandy beaches there is half a desire to swim. But the water does not entice, and once wet until you withdraw the knee while the rest of the swimmers sneer a little 'disappointed by our withdrawal.

After leaving Dingle Ireland to find more natural than the monasteries and churches. Go from Killarney, and Cork, Kilkenny and then Caher. On the way to Wicklow we stop at Glendalough, a monastery located in the beautiful valley of two lakes, with a famous round tower that was used to spot the Viking ships that went to plunder the coasts of Ireland. A wonderful place, nestled in the most savage nature, trees and mountains.

Glendalough after we return to Dublin, where we can not avoid a trip to Trinity College, the National Museum, the Cathedral of St. Patrick. We dedicate another po 'di tempo shopping O'Connell Street. We can be almost three days, and we are dedicated to the "pitch and putt, a sort of mini-golf playing golf on grass. The evening dinner at the basis of Irish Stew, the delicious Irish stew.
Our vacation is about to end, the plane is already there that rolls on the track and off while in the midst of clouds and rain that ever has come back to say hello, I think that this country is absolutely unique. Not the most beautiful I have seen, but certainly unique.