Ok so I visited Ireland in June 2007 for the Irish Open Dancing competition, and I have been wanting to back ever since. I went to Dublin first for the competition, where I stayed in an apartment for about a week. Then, we left Dublin to travel around for another week. The first day, we went to Glendalough Monastery (my absolute FAVORITE place on earth) and Powerscourt Gardens, where I promptly fell in a puddle, and we ended up at an inn in Cork for the first night. We kissed the Blarney stone, and I led a group of about 10 people to the very back of the pitch-black dungeon. The second day, we traveled about some more and drove to Killarney, where the most beautiful place was—The Gap of Dunloe. Day 3, Limerick, where we stayed in a really cute bed and breakfast near Ross castle, and nearly killed ourselves in a 2-hour horseback tour of the country roadsthe next day.. Fourth day, Clifden and Galway, and we stayed in Ballynahinch Castle, but we were so dead tired from the horses that we didn’t even care where we were. Day 5, Cliffs of Moher, where we were REALLY starting to lose our minds-I guess that happenes if you’ve been a nomad in a foreign country for 2 weeks. Day 6, we made our way back to Dublin so we could catch our plane at the airport. The plane ride was, well, not the best experience of my life, as the plane was shaking and rocking the whole 6 and half hours. Day seven, New York City, and we had to stay overnight because our flight was cancelled. Another short plane ride and we were home.
