I made it to the top of Blarney Castle, despite my insane fear of heights and a slight case of claustrophobia:
I didn’t kiss the stone. More than one person told me that the employees and locals like to pee on it. Whether that’s true or not, I’d rather not take my chances. Plus, I saw everyone in front of me rub their lips against it, and I was semi-grossed out by the time it was my turn. I breezed right past it and quickly made my way back to solid ground.
The thing about these castles and forts and ruins is that they are EVERYWHERE in Ireland. You’ll be driving down the road, and BAM, castle. Or, taking a stroll through town, and BOOM: tower. It’s crazy.
We visited the Cliffs of Moher this week. I was so excited for this. It was definitely one of the sights on my list of things to see. Here’s what the Cliffs look like on a clear day:
And here’s what they looked like the day we visited:
Yep. Too foggy to see a damn thing. And, quite the tourist trap, I must say. For those who want a piece of history and would love to see some amazing seaside cliffs without the tourists, might I suggest taking a ferry to the Aran Islands and visiting Dun Aengus in lieu of the Cliffs of Moher?
Just a suggestion.
Less than a week ’til I head back home. Missing my dogs, friends and cooking my own food. Here are a few more pics for your viewing pleasure…
It really is too beautiful for words here. And the people are so absorbed in their history. Makes me a little jealous…