“Which country is on the top of your list for places to visit next?” He asked.
I sighed. For a travel lover like myself, this is my favourite type of question but not after midnight when I’ve already been awake thirty hours attending to a birth.
With a sleepy yawn, and some slight annoyance, I listed off a few desires places…”Morocco, India, Ireland, Peru…”
The next day, as we walked the dimly lit streets of Fort Langley, he took me into the new pizza parlour, ordered a drink, sat down at a table in the corner and pulled out an envelop from his coat. Two tickets (and a lap baby) to Ireland and Israel.
People asked us why we chose these two, vastly different countries to visit. Perhaps it is due to the small, yet strong Irish blood that still pulses through my veins. Or maybe it is my wild and desperate need for open air, green pastures, rolling hills and crashing waves.
Ireland, especially the Skellig Coast, Ring of Kerry and the Wild Atlantic Way, was exactly the kind of magic this free spirit needs.
Cliffs of Moher
It is perhaps the most iconic scene of Ireland’s west coast, the Wild Atlantic Way. Truly as breathtaking as I ever could imagine, both because of the stunning nature beauty and because we seemed to visit on one of the windest days! While I knew the Cliffs of Moher was notorious for always being windy, this day seemed exceptionally so! I was almost pushed completely to the ground at least three times and it was hilarious to watch people try to walk against the wind, getting pushed from side to side!
It was the epitome of the Wild Atlantic Way! However, due to the harsh winds and our concern that Chayton would get too cold (he had completely burrowed himself into Chris’ back!), we only spent an hour or so at the Cliffs of Moher before continuing on our way.
I mean, is this not the cutest little house you’ve ever laid eyes on?! I can just imagine the sweetest little elderly couple living here, with fresh scones baking in the oven and a pot of tea warming on the stove.
This may not be the case, but I sincerely hope it is!
Adare is the most picturesque little Irish town and if you are in the area, you must stop for a little visit!
We dropped in for a snack of Sticky Toffee Pudding and Coffee at The Blue Door Restaurant in Adare and of course, took a few photos with the adorable thatched houses on the main road before continuing on.
Killarney National Park
We got to the park right in the middle of golden hour and it is off-the-charts-stunning! Around each bend of the road, Chris and I were both gushing over the visual feast that our eyes were taking in. We pulled over to snap a few photos and I’ll let them speak for themselves!
Westcove Farmhouse Bakery
Finally, late in the evening, we arrived at our new home for the next few days. Our host, Jane, welcomed us to “true rural Ireland” and made us quite comfortable in the rentable apartment of her working farmhouse and bakery. She knew that we would be tired from a long day of travel and graciously left us some freshly baked goodies and her own home-made Black Currently Jelly on the kitchen counter of our cozy one-bedroom apartment above her farmhouse.
Chayton and I enjoyed a bubble bath in the big soaker tub and we settled in for a restful and comfortable sleep.
The next morning we woke chirping of birds and a little horse grazing next to the Atlantic Ocean outside out window.
We were ready to visit the Skellig Coast!
…stay tuned for Part 3 of our Irish Adventure.