After we left the Cliffs of Moher, we headed to Galway. A little detour into background (if I had a way to make a chime sound for a flash back, I would).
The husband and I spent three summers in Alaska. Alaska reinforced our love for three things: climbing mountains, good beer, and live music. Galway had the beer and the music, so we were super excited to get there.
So we left the Cliffs of Moher and headed north. Usually, I’m really good at road trips, but for some reason, I really needed to get out of the car and walk on the way. We looked in the guidebook and found a really cool-looking place. Couldn’t find the place, gave up, and pulled over at a park instead.
There were paths leading into the woods, and we just randomly chose one. The crisp air and the supremely green trees were utterly breathtaking. I know Ireland is called the Emerald Isle, but I swear to you the plants there are actually greener. It’s like they have more blue undertones and less yellow if that makes any sense.
Along the trail, we found the most wonderful trees.
And you just know that hundreds, maybe even thousands, of people had perched in their branches. But they were so welcoming and comfortable.
Only a small patch of the park had been turned into a walled garden, and even that had a gorgeous, wild flair.
And the best part? I couldn’t tell you where the hell we were. I probably couldn’t find it again if I drove past it. But it was beautiful, and I’ll always remember my trees.