Ok, I am finally going to talk about my fall break, and all that happened- though it really wasn't that exciting. Not as exciting as home seems to be at the moment.
Let me just say that I am so very jealous of all my friends and family for getting to be in Chicago when Obama was elected. I hear Grant Park was amazing.
Driving North
Before the break came up, Ruth told me and Katie that her boyfriend Julien was coming to visit her and that they had planned a trip around some major sites in Ireland. She invited us to go on the first leg of the trip (drive there, we take a bus back) and we readily agreed. So, early Sunday morning, we set out north heading for the first stop on the trip- the Cliffs of Moher.
We took the car along some pretty normal Irish roads (meaning windy, crazy, and random) and saw many things- namely cows and sheep and stone walls- they kind of make Ireland what it is and are pretty much always there. But we also saw some dogs in the sky, or as normal people know them- rainbows. Not, I'm not sure why the Irish call them that, but they were HUGE! And we could see where they ended! We kept asking Julien to drive and find it, but unfortunately a crock of gold was not in store for us. We did get to go on a ferry though. We took the car onto a ferry in order to cross into Shannon and continue our drive. It was really cold, but very pretty.
The Cliffs of Moher
We finally got half way through the drive and arrived at the Cliffs of Moher just in time for a storm. The wind alone was unbelievable, but what's interesting about the Cliffs is that you can literally watch a storm come right at you. Fighting the wind to the ticket counter (unfortunately it's sideways so the wind can attack you) we were all ready with our money when Julien spotted the coming surge of wind and rain. We jumped behind the stone ticket counter just in time, and huddled so the storm couldn't touch us, well, except for Katie. Katie decided to brave the rain and wind and get her tickets- which ultimately got her right side completely and utterly soaked. Julien bought Ruth's and my ticket, so we were only slightly soaked and we all waited in the visitor area until the storm passed.
When we were finally able to make it up the hill to the cliffs we were blasted by more wind and one of the most beautiful views I have ever seen. The ocean stretched out for miles and miles on end. The Cliffs were so large, you could barely see the seagulls swooping and diving near the water down below. At the innermost points the wind was so powerful against the cliffs that it pushed water from the ocean up and over, drenching everyone who walked by. It was truly amazing.
Galway
Galway was a really pretty town and it was lovely to actually see a real city again. Galway is seated on a bay and is really tightly jammed together—this makes it especially easy to get around. Ruth, Julien, Katie, and I were able to meet up with a friend of Ruth’s family, a professor at the University of Galway, and he helped us with our hostel arraignments and maps and stuff. He was amazingly helpful and really nice and all the information he got us helped us wonder our way around.
We got to walk all around and visit a beautiful cathedral named Saint Nicholas’, where I was able to say a prayer for the anniversary of my Uncle Tom’s passing, walked down through the Claddagh, and hung out in all the shops and stores. Galway is really a shopping town; there are a lot of shops to visit and way too much temptation—this also applies to the bars. We found a bar named Tigh Coili’s had an awesome night out.
Katie and I had to go home for the few days after we came home from Galway, to catch up on work and enjoy a few lazy days, while Ruth and Julien made their way around Ireland on a quick try-to-see-all vacation. We agreed to meet them in Cork, their last stop, for a day trip and travel to see the Blarney stone.
Cork and Blarney
Cork was beautiful and not at all what I expected. It was much bigger than Galway and though it was just as jam packed, it felt more spread out and was really pretty.
The best part of the day was going to Blarney. Because it was November, there were not many tourists, and the day had absolutely beautiful weather. We were able to wander around Blarney castle, weaving in and out of the 600 year old ruin’s rooms and scarily small stone staircase, and climb slowly to the top to see and kiss the Blarney stone. The castle was much larger than I had expected (about 3 stories tall) and walking through all the cramped rooms made it was hard to imagine what life must have been like there.
We got to the very top of the castle and walked around the rampart to the small man at the opposing end. To try and explain this: Imagine the side of a castle, there is a section that juts out at the top, now imagine that the bottom part of that jut is missing. The bottom part of the overhang is the Blarney stone. A wonderful older man helps you lay on your back, with your shoulders and head over the edge (not a pretty site if your scared of heights) and you kiss the Blarney stone. You are backwards and upside down basically, but it’s a great experience and a ton of fun.
The rest of the day was spent wandering about the grounds of Blarney castle and checking out all the funny, very touristy things, they had to offer (wishing steps, druids stones, and the like). It was really the best tourist thing I have done here so far.
Sorry this has been so late in coming, things have gotten really busy. We might be doing some more tourist stuff this weekend, and I promise to update sooner on that. I hope everybody is having a wonderful November!