There is so much to write and so little time to say it. It's Friday. We return to the States tomorrow. I am thrilled to see my dog, my partner, my friends, my home. I am sad to leave cool weather, cows, sheeps, herding dogs, the "4o shades of green", my grandmother, and my cousin.
Seeing the Cliffs of Moher yesterday was liking coming to terms with my smallness. Not only did I feel small but I also felt some sort of odd compulsion to explore the vastness. There is a cave in the Cliffs, and all I could imagine was coasting into the cave. I wondered what I would see, smell, hear, and feel. It's exhilarating.
En route to the cliffs, we stopped at one of the several ruined castles. Watching my mother literally run around the perimeter of it like a little girl was one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. Every adult deserves to act like a child again.
Today, drove the Ring of Kerry. I don;t have words. I saw a demonstration of sheep herding border collies (Shyia really must learn!), ate Irish Stew, bought an Irish Wool blanket, and saw the most beautiful scenery I've ever seen. I want to fall into this land. I want to drink it, roll in it, dig into it, float on it.
Tomorrow we leave and I am so glad it is going to be on a high note.
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