With our first two days full of rain we held high hopes yet low expectations for those ahead of us. Day three started early, again with more food than my stomach was prepared for and this time packed bags and a goodbye to our friendly host, it was time to move on. The itinerary for day three took us around the Dingle Peninsula, up the coast to the Cliffs of Moher and eventually to Galway. With a long day ahead of us we all had fingers and toes crossed for some sun, hours in and out of the car filled with wind and rain didn't sound fun on any account.
Traveling through the UK solo reminded me how much I love doing so, the freedom to go where I want, eat what I want and sleep where I want, but upon landing in Ireland it was time for me to switch gears. I had promised my brother that I was simply along for the ride, instilling my confidence in him, a role reversal from our previous travels together in Korea and Cambodia where I played hostess. An early morning flight from Glasgow, surprisingly without any delays on Ryan Air, brought me to Dublin just shortly after the arrival of my brother, Katie (his fiancé) and Beth (her sister). They were ready to go by the time I made it through arrivals and after a quick hug and hello we were packed into our rental and ready for a week of adventure.
The home and Guinness, potatoes and the Blarney Stone. Ireland was never exceedingly high on my travel list, despite my Uncles passionate endorsement, but upon further investigation I discovered there's a lot to be said about this small, often rainy, country.