Irish Living

Of all the countries I've travel in my years none have captivated my heart like Ireland. Now let me make one thing perfectly clear, I do not consider any large city within Ireland to be truly Irish. And in the case of Dublin never has this been so true, for I have known little hospitality or comfort within the city limits. Roddy Doyle said “It's a big con job. We have sold the myth of Dublin as a sexy place incredibly well; because it is a dreary little dump most of the time.”

I don't wish to slander Dublin or the larger cities around her in this post, however I most say I am doing a fine job of it so far, I am merely setting up a comparison. For real Irish living can only be experienced in the country. Here along the coastline of the Ring of Kerry lies the ever unchanging beauty of Ireland. And I should know for I have been visiting this wondrous place of sirenic beauty ever since I was young, and it has not changed a day since then. Whatever year you come to see this land for yourself I can assure you the winds will still howl, the sea will still roar, and the mountains will still thunder over you like giants. The land has a mythical feel to it as you stand in the mist or climb one of the sky scraping mountains. The cold sea air will transport you back in time when tall ships and schooner sailed the waters. And the stone cottages, which and be over two centuries old, will make you wonder just how anyone survived winter around here. I love to walk the country side and imagining everything as it could have been. Yes Ireland is a home away from home, and the people of the Ring of Kerry are more like family than strangers.

No, Ireland was not the start of my travels nor was it the flame that sparked the Spirit of Adventure in my life, but it fueled it. Irish history along side with their myths legends have been gasoline to my desire to search out the strange and adventurous places of the world.

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