Ireland has beaches? And
coastal towns? And is actually a really big island?
Who knew?
Having booked our Shamrocker
tour less than a week before it began, I knew very little about Ireland;
besides Leprechauns, four leaf clovers and the colour green, of course.
So when the scenery out of the
bus window was of beaches and sand, I was a little surprised.
Take me to the beeeach
They say that if you swim in
the Ocean in Ireland you leave part of your soul there, and have to return to
the island years later to collect it. It was way too cold and I didn’t want to
get sand in my shoes. Sorry Ireland but all of my soul is coming with me this
time.
The keeper of souls
Will write anywhere
Party in my batcave?
We stopped off in the Dingle
Peninsula, and I couldn’t comprehend these coastal towns. How can they be
beachy, and it be so cold? Doesn’t it have to be hot to go to the beach? Nevertheless
people were surfing in the ocean, some in wetsuits and some not. Crazy.
Surf lesson anyone? Wetsuit optional
Pretending it's not cold
Ridin', my dolphin
Staying the night in Ennis we
ventured to the pub again to listen to some traditional, or Trad music.
Thinking it was going to be a performance, we were surprised when the
people playing the instruments sat around a table and played among themselves
and not to the people listening. It was interesting to listen to for a little
while, but give me some Beyoncé any day.
An early night is just what
the Leprechaun ordered.
Ireland hopper, Nikki
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