On Wednesday, we left Killarney and traveled north-west towards the Atlantic and the Cliffs of Moher. Right, I know, it sounds strange to write ‘west’ and ‘Atlantic’ in the same sentence, but it’s really a matter of perspective.

The Cliffs of Moher, to my left as I look our at the Atlantic Ocean.
The Cliffs of Moher, to my left as I look out at the Atlantic Ocean.

It was one of the few times that the sky was clear and blue, that rain did not threaten to shower down. I wouldn’t have minded the rain, but I enjoyed the sunny day. There were a number of shops built into the hill, an information center and a restaurant and museum. This greets you as you pull into the parking lot.

The footpath winds its way up to a stone wall and from there splits into two directions – left, towards the cliffs, and right, towards the tower. Although not steep, it is a work-out and I was a little out of breath when I got to the top.

That’s when I took the above photo of the cliffs. I didn’t feel much like going to the left, so I made my way to the right, towards O’Brien’s Tower. As I walked, I encountered a couple visiting from France – it tickled me that they thought I was ‘local’, meaning, Irish citizen (1). I was quick to correct that impression, but we had a good laugh about it and then I went on to the tower and they went back down towards the information center.

O'Brien's Tower, to my right as I face the Atlantic Ocean.
O’Brien’s Tower, to my right as I look out at the Atlantic Ocean.

There was so much to take in at each stop, that even as I’m writing this post about it, I know I’m not getting all the details in. Eventually, I left the tower and made my way to the information center, going upstairs to the restaurant for lunch.

Irish stew. I’m drooling just thinking about it. A little bit of heaven in a bowl. I may have to do a post solely about my culinary experiences.

Right. Back to the Cliffs of Moher.

Looking back on it, I remember feeling at peace. I was alone, but not lonely. It was a beautiful day and I made little connections here and there. I’m sitting here, reliving those moments and I know that someday, I’ll go back.

 

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(1) Must be that red hair, green eyes and fair complexion of mine. 😉

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