Roundstone House Hotel Connemara

... at some point and make it all the way to the peak.

When we got down we stopped at the Irish Famine Memorial which was really interesting. It is a large metal ship, but its covered with skeletons in memory of all the people who died on "the coffin ships" when they were emigrating out of Ireland. It was a pretty moving sight and I am glad that we stopped there....

Alot of these pictures have the same title, but they are different

... a b&b outside Galway, and we found our way there, but decided not to stay. The bathroom was shared, and the house was still being put together as the family had just moved in three weeks previously. I think they were taking us as a favor to Susan, but it was farther away than we wanted to be, so we thanked Jimmy for not minding if we moved on.

We went to Spiddal which was our original destination, and went to my first ...

... and of course an Aran Island sweater shop. We did not stay in the village. Our B&B was further up the island. We took a bus/taxi. The driver was happy to tell about all we were passing. The roads on the island were in good shape but still very narrow. The views of the bay were fantastic. The water all around the islands was crystal clear and very blue and green. It reminded us of the Caribbean sea except for the temperature. The water was about ...

... 70 and so sweet. She started to pull the first pint and Jim stopped her to ask if she took credit cards or US dollars. She said "oh no dear, we do not." When we said we had not changed money yet she said, "Just have one now and bring the money back later." Now, who in the US would say that? We of course did not take her up on the offer. We got directions to a market, purchased some supplies and stopped at a place that ...

... foto. Il posto è incantevole, peccato essere così esausti. Di fronte a noi l'isola di Inishbofin, che la guida ci ha consigliato. Sarebbe bello visitarla, ma il tempo non sarà un granchè nei prossimi giorni, meglio evitare. Ritorno all'ostello, non prima di un merendino con torta, riposino e cena con un pollo pronto.
Alla sera usciamo e assistiamo al concerto più bello di tutta la vacanza!
Per caso, ascoltiamo musica uscire da un pub ...

... to the size of shrubs, and those shrink to mounds of grass. And then the wind picks up again. Legs tired, reaching the end of their day, you are ready to quit, and there’s nothing to stop the wind from slowing down your progress! Even the stone walls you’ve grown so accustomed to seeing everywhere have ceased to exist on this harsh landscape. The sun starts to break through the heavy cloud ...

... in a room with a bed on one side and electric knitting machines on the other, they would attach the sleeves to torsos and return them, collecting about 23 cents per finished piece. Recent jobs have paid about half as much, family members say, as orders dwindle and competition stays tight. Ms. Cao's father and mother returned this spring to Anhui, laid off the farmers they'd hired earlier and completed their own harvest for the first time in years. "There is not much business" in ...

... to head back to the mainland for a job interview - now my current job at the Galway Clinic. Contrary to popular beleif, the sun reguarly shines here and the tiny gaeltacht villages are gorgeous. All internet outposts were in a permanent state of disrepair (Only 2 on whole island!) and the phone booth from which I organised interviews with prospective employers was constantly surrounded by chooks - and they werent quiet! I am definately going back!

... well restored over the years, and I entered through a narrow doorway. Dun Aengus consisted of two concentric half-circles of walls (constructed in two different eras), with the open side of the half-circle ending at a massive cliff. As at the Black Fort, there was nothing to see but walls and grass. This time I approached the cliff, and even got down on my stomach to slither toward the edge and peer over it, but fear of death took over and I pulled away from the ...

... It stood twice as tall as I at some places. By this time, a third person had appeared, a young woman. We kept our distance, allowing each of us to have this experience alone. There were still no signs except for one asking visitors not to climb or damage the wall, so my understanding of the place was limited to what I could gather with my senses and what little my guidebook told me. Later I would learn that there are many of these promontory cliff forts in Ireland, but their ...