We asked our innkeeper in Bath about the easiest way to get to Bristol airport. He stuttered a bit then said he always uses a service, very reasonable, and they know the back roads, so he didn’t know how to get there. I thought that was funny until we were driving there, it wasn’t hard to find, but it was on little back roads.
We landed in Dublin and got right on the road to Clifden and the Connemara National Park. It was a long drive, but so beautiful, precisely like the Ireland of my imagination.
Clifden and Connemara are breathtaking. Our first views of the Atlantic since leaving New York 5 weeks earlier. The cliffs, the sheep, mountains shrouded in clouds.
At dinner, we listened to live Irish music, and I ate the best meal of my entire life.
The next morning our innkeeper, Mary, played the fiddle, the tin whistle, sang while we were having breakfast. This sweet guest house by the sea had us 4 Americans and visitors from France, Germany, and Denmark. Not only did Mary sing to us, but she broke out in French and German! She was incredible. We were sad to leave.
Not my video, I was happy to find this on YouTube.