Rock of Cashel

We moseyed along the perimeter following the stone wall that circled the ruins. Tombstones and lush green grass filled the space between the wall and the castle. Coldness crept into my coat, I shivered while snapping a picture of an old monastery with no roof, it stood far beyond the walls among the several country cottages. A dog barked somewhere. We drew closer to the structure; its roof was gone, its walls in crumbs, its towers piecing the angry clouds.

Highlands of Kerry

The road weaved in and out as the car drove towards the peak. I didn't know what I'd find at the end. Much like my life, I was lost long before I reached the fork in the road. Yet I was certain beauty awaited me regardless of the path, because this was Ireland and, so far, she hadn't disappointed me.... Continue Reading →

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