Everyone in Ireland apologizes for the weather. It's a national pastime, being sorry for clouds and rain and mist and wind. No matter how many times we explain how truly delightful this brisk and wild weather is to us (folks under the heat dome in the states), the people here are deeply and genuinely sorry that it's raining again.
We set off on another legendary tour with Damian Stack yesterday (note: his name is correctly spelled here. Sincere apologies for misspelling his name in prior posts. Going forward, if anyone apologizes for the weather, I will explain again how sorry I am for misspelling the name of a Listowel legend). This time we headed to Dingle, but meandered and explored for an entire day along the way.
Ancient oratories (places of prayer) with markings so old they are likely druid. A cemetery so old it combined Viking gods with Christianity in a beautiful mix of ornate carved buildings with primitive cat head sculptures and stone markings predating modern written language. Check out this incredible church and cemetery here: Kilmalkadar Church
Our incredible tour guide filled us with Winegums and Sours as we raced along the coast in the rain, awe inspired over ruins we could touch, climb over, explore, all with the taste of modern confection rolling about in our mouths.
We traveled two miles up a gravel road to see Glanteenassig Wood, deep in mountains which reminded Diane of Colorado. The wind raced through the valley making waves on the hidden lake in straight vertical lines, hillsides scarred with fallen trees where the wind left casualties in the past. Check out this hidden gem on Trip Advisor here: Glanteenassig Wood
It wasn't all misty ruins and moody landscapes, however. Damian's jokes and pranks kept us on our toes, while a random herd of cows crossing the road made us jump out of the car full of smiles and squeals of delight.
We return to lovely Listowel from Dingle today, newly inspired and ever more enamored of this wild and beautiful land.