|Ok, you just found that the hills really were alive with
the sound of music. You spent your day tip-toeing through
the tulips with a Dutch windmill as your backdrop, catching
the big one on a Mexican Rivera fishing adventure, or skipping
stones on a palm-lined pristine white sand beach, without
another person in view. This is the vacation where all your
wildest dreams really did come true.
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Our Irish Vacation
woke up to the smell of rich morning coffee. It was to be part
of our breakfast on this first trip to Ireland, a dream in itself.
It has been said that all Irish homes become a bed and breakfast
during the summer, and this cottage with one spare room was no
exception. The owners fussed over us at the table as we enjoyed
eggs, bacon, sausages, black pudding, fried potatoes and home
made rolls with marmalade. They told us of the areas attractions
and educated us on famine history. We followed their instructions
and found a genuine famine pot in the middle of a forest, where
locals placed food for the displaced victims.
We headed down the road to County Sligo for a pilgrimage to the
gravesite of WB Yeats, and soon found ourselves stuck in the car,
avoiding a heavy downpour. We didnt mind---we read Yeats
and gazed in awe at the green green surroundings. We stumbled
upon a neolithic burial site, complete with massive stone markers.
To this day no one knows who these people were and how they were
able to move such mammoth rocks. We both could feel the power
of the setting and something came over us---before we knew it
we were renewing our wedding vows. After a Sunday pub meal of
lamb, potatoes and Guinness we found another B&B where
(once again) we were the only guests. We wanted to take the owner
home with us, and to this day remain in contact.
The next day, it was a drive through the sweeping Connemara
a place that Dickens described as a place of 'terrible beauty.'
We pulled off the road to study a famine trail a site where
80 or so famine victims trekked to a manors house in the
hopes of food, only to be turned away. As we departed down the
road, we both commented that we had not seen a single car for
over half an hour. A second later there was a rumbling on the
road. We had a flat not unusual on these rock-strewn Irish
roads. Faced with having to unpack our little rental just to find
the spare tire and equipment was a daunting thought. Before we
knew it, two cars, each arriving from the opposite direction,
appeared out of nowhere. The drivers both hopped out and quickly
changed our tire. They barely stuck around for a handshake. It
was dark when we arrived at our next B&B. We awoke the next
morning to find ourselves in the middle of a fjord. It was the
town of Liane , where the film The Field was made. Eventually
we made it down to the musical town of Doolin. This for us was
an adult Disneyland. Three pubs specialized in Irish session music
each night. We hung with locals and like-minded tourists, had
big pub meals of lamb and potatoes or bacon and cabbage, then
nursed glorious pint after pint of Guinness as we listened to
reels, jigs and haunting ballads. Our daytimes were spent on trips
to the Aran Islands, the Cliffs of Moher, a Dolomite burial site
and local castles. We carry the memories with us wherever we go.
Erin Go Bragh!
Linda and John Hildahl Saratoga, CA
Paris in 1982
So what if it was taken in 1982. It still is our
favorite photo from our favorite vacation. In fact we dont
know the name of the nice young man who took it. We just
handed him the camera and he took it.
Louis & Carol Bogny - Kent, WA