County Kerry has a road that loops through some of the most beautiful scenery in the country. We drove that “ring” a few times, stopping at different places, returning to some, missing some totally, I’m sure because it was dark. It amazes me that all of the fences that are built with stone all over the countryside. There are random castles and ruins, and fences are around every bend. When you gather the stones from the land, build fences, castles and bridges and houses, they still stand 200 years later.
There was one lake that we were told about; Barley Lake. I Instagrammed it, so won’t go into it again. Driving in Ireland: the roads are really narrow, so we rented a really little car, and Jerome drove the whole time. When there is an on-coming vehicles, one pulls over or backs up and the other responds with a finger twitch, not a full wave, and that finger, mind you is the pointer, maybe its tall-man brother to be included. The Dingle peninsula was a favorite part with a drive that I could’t record, but this guy did, so ff to :54 and you’ll see what I mean. You have to drive pretty fast so that when you meet oncoming traffic you can both figure out how to get around each other.
In Dingle Jerome went on a 2-hour fishing charter (cut short due to poor weather conditions) and I strolled the streets and side streets and back streets. We took his catch to a pub and they cooked it up for us. It was mackerel and haddock. There was more than enough for our dinner and enough to share with others at the pub.
Some precious purchases were made that day. A single piece of Irish linen, some sporting equipment for the grands, an Irish flute. Along the way we stopped at a glass shop, a German glass artist whose studio looked over the longest beach in Ireland. He painted it on the pendant I’m wearing. It is a beautiful view and this is a sweet remembrance of that view that day. And that was the day I bought the famous yellow hat by Kathleen McAuliffe, Milliner. This is actually a rain hat with the fabric treated with wax to repel the raindrops. They assured me I could wear it occasionally in the sun as long as i didn’t spend a month in the hot sun. Then there is Skellig Michael
If you’ve seen The Last Jedi, you know about this place. I saw the movie and figured it could be a movie set. It was not. This place is real and you can go there… if you book 6 months ahead and are prepared to pay the price and take the boat ride to this place that has no facilities, but a beautiful and mysterious location and view.
Tipperary was another pleasant stay, sort of like the Bantry days. One day and went to County Rosscommon, the home of my great grandfather, before he immigrated to the United States as a five-year-old boy, only one year into the potato famine days. The older records were lost or destroyed during the famine, so we have no record of the family they left behind. We only know that they died in Ireland.
This statue is Anna, she is the first Irishwoman who registered on Ellis Island. She left Ireland with her two brothers. It was a difficult time and painful decisions were made with hopes for a better life for generations to come. I am thankful for my ancestors that left their homeland for something better. I am thankful to have been born an American.
Jerome has been taking plenty of pictures. Sometimes he’ll pause and say “there’s the painting” and take plenty of snaps as to not miss a thing. After experiencing a beautiful rainbow in Newport this was the sunset we ran in to. This is not photo-shopped and there was no filter used. The storm, the rainbow and the sunset. Sometimes the storm is so severe that dancing in the rain is just not possible and we’re so exhausted that the rainbow brings tears and the sunset is just so still and peaceful.
F.A.C.E.S: Fishing off the Dingle Bay, Artful photography, Cooked fish, Exploring the Ring of Kerry.
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