Day three and I was up early and off on the first of many whirlwind adventures across the beautiful country of Ireland. Neither wind nor rain nor spilled Irish coffee shall deter me from touring!
Twelve hours of zipping along from one adventure to another. I am still catching my breath, but let's get started, shall we?
Then we sped off for an experience that only happens in Ireland. For John at the Kerry Bog Village had mentioned a sculptor we should visit. We didn't know the man's address or even remember his name, but Damian Stack managed to find the man's house many towns away and we stopped in like we had an invitation. Which we did not. Alan Hall saw us pull into his driveway, came out of his studio, told us to go on into his house and wait for him. Where he promptly gave us a tour, served us coffee, regaled us with stories of art and international politics, posted for photos, showed us his own brilliant headstone (which he pre-carved for himself), gave Damian a piece of art he'd admired and sent us on our way 90 minutes later. Now if strangers showed up at my house wanting coffee and a tour, I'd be dialing 911! But Alan was the most congenial of hosts, and I was once again mesmerized by the kindness and community of the Irish.
Off we went to climb the Kerry Cliffs in a pelting rain and wind. There is a wild beauty to this country that makes my heart sing and lifts my soul. The misty haze, the crashing waves, gulls soaring around the cliffs. I pondered for the hundredth time the strength and tenacity of people who worked these wild hillsides to create a living and a life.