Dear Dingle Peninsula,
I have long held you as one of the most beautiful places I had ever seen. I love the salty sea smell, the crashing waves and of course, Harrington's. Who doesn't admire the fortitude of the people who once lived on the Blasket Islands or the many seamen who set out from your sweeping bay? But, I'm ashamed to say, I have found a new love. I have found a place that is so rugged, so lovely, that I can't ignore my feelings anymore. Yes Dingle, you will always hold a special place in my heart. But a new love has come in. And that place, dear Dingle, is Donegal.
The Scarecrow and I pulled out of Limerick on Tues, Oct 30th. It was a long drive but overall we were pretty lucky. With the trusty Garmin programmed we set out on the 5 and a half hour journey to the north of the island. With only one detour (ok, that sucked) we made it to our hotel, the Gweedore Court Hotel. Even though it was only about 6:30pm it was pitch black so we really didn't see much of our surroundings. You'll see momentarily what we woke up to outside of our hotel window. That night we checked in, went to the pool/hot tub/SAUNA (!!!) and ate dinner in the hotel restaurant. We were completely beat from the drive so after dinner was a relaxing veg and some much needed sleep.
In the morning I opened the curtains of our room and was astonished to find this view:
I audibly gasped, it was so beautiful. The mountain in the first picture is Mt. Ergil. With better weather we may have tried it, but we had other hiking plans for the day. So after a full Irish breakfast we jumped on our trusty broomstick and took off for Glenveagh National Park.
But first, the drive to the park. It was incredible. We couldn't have been luckier for the weather and we were ooo-ing and aww-ing the whole way there with a photo op stop.
|How cute is that church!|
|Please ignore the fact that I look like a 15 year old boy in every picture. We were hiking, not clubbing.|
|Scarecrow on the "beach". Can't say he doesn't take me exotic places.|
|Read the plaque for the statue below. It really caught me off guard to see this in Ireland!|
|This one's for you Erin!|
|Belleek swan. This one's for Grandma, she now loves all things Belleek.|
|New favorite picture|
Next day was another Irish breakfast and slowly getting ourselves together to hit the road. Have I mentioned how much the Scarecrow loves me and how good he is to me? He even stopped in the POURING rain in Sligo so I could see W.B. Yeats' grave. Yes people, that is love.