Without any specific plans for the day, and a later train planned back to Dublin, we were able to relax a bit more this morning. We were thankful for this as we now had time to experience breakfast in the Stone Room at Ballyseede Castle.
As far as the cliche Ireland that you imagine in your head, this is it. It was the most beautiful mix of green fields, magical bridges and rough terrain, and I did have to stop numerous times just to stare in awe and take it all in.
We woke up bright and early despite the drizzle outside, almost ready to begin our day exploring Dublin before traveling across the country to Tralee. But of course, how could anybody be ready for the day without downing some good old Irish breakfast?
If you’ve ever traveled abroad you most likely know understand the struggle of being lost in a city you’ve never explored, but knowing that you have to dramatically reduce your use of Apple Maps out of fear of using up your entire data package.
The faces of the statues that make up the Famine Memorial are completely haunting, but also seem to say, due to their upward and forward glance and thin arms filled with some belongings, “We don’t know where to go, but we can’t stay here.”
I’m not sure what film or television show started it but growing up, I always had an infatuation with Paris. I even told myself that the first time I had the opportunity to travel internationally, I would hop aboard a flight to France.