Here I am in ireland and we have just been going nonstop since we got here! We started our coach tour of Ireland in Galway. Yesterday we started with a tour of the home of Irish poet W.B. Yeats. It was a neat little house with a thatch cottage and a tower attatched to it.
Sadly enough Yeats only lived in this house for a short time because of health reasons and I almost had a heart attack climbing the tiny winding staircase that led to the different rooms of the tower and a fantastic rooftop view.
After Yeats home we went to the home of lady Gregory. I did not know who she was but apparently she was an irish author and playwright. Her house isn’t even there anymore because some Irish nationalists tore it down. But she had a beautiful garden and lake as well as an autograph tree. It was signed by the likes of Yeats, Browning, and others.
Next we headed out to the Cliffs of Moher which I kept calling the cliffs of dover because of that guitar hero song. Ummm it was freakin windy up there. I could lean into the wind and it would hold me up. Our bus driver, Seamus, said that people have been blown off the cliffs because they crossed over the guardrails that are up there.
The view was fantastic too…
Yesterday (Saturday), we went to one of the Aran islands, Inishmore. It’s a place that has lots of ruins and the people there speak Gaelic (English too). Well you could either rent a bike or ride a van for 10 euro (15 dollars-ish) to get to the fort Dun Aenghus (sp?) we were supposed to visit, or walk. Well we decided to walk the NINE MILES round trip to this fort and back. The walk was beautiful
And this is a picture about halfway through the walk there. We were trying to get to that fort that’s in the distance.
The fort was a cool place. It has supposedly been there since 4,000 BC which is just insane. It’s cool that in Europe everything is just older. American history only goes back to like 1500 at the most. But I think we were just happy to finally get there.
Today we spent traveling mostly from Galway to Derry. We made a stop in Sligo to see Yeats’ grave. Actually he was first buried in Monaco I believe because he died over there while world war two was going on so he couldn’t be sent safely back to the states. Not until 9 years later was he finally moved to the church of Duncliffe where one of his relatives had been priest or something important there.
Hopefully I will have more later. I want to update everyday, but the internet is so spastic. The hotels don’t always have it for free unfortunately and it can get pretty pricey.
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