This was my favorite, favorite day, so the post is long! Enjoy the photos.
Day Two – May 23, 2013
The Most Perfect Day
Amazingly I awoke
energized and rested without a hint of jet lag even though I didn’t sleep for
more than twenty four hours the day before! After a filling breakfast cooked by
Marion of Coolin House, the Galway Tour bus picked us up outside the bed and
breakfast about nine and whisked us off toward the Connemara. This was the
Ireland I had come to see. I absolutely loved this area along Ireland’s windy,
chilly west. It is a remote land where miles and miles of rock fence square off
the lush green land like a quilt. Sheep were thick in the lush, rolling fields
and we saw few houses in this mostly treeless environment. Occasionally sheep
dotted the winding roads, ambling along the very scant shoulder with lambs as
they nipped what must be the best grass. Our tour bus slowed for them, making
note that the ewes become road smart quickly but the lambs were new and not
quite as savvy. It was a charming sight, worth slowing for. And I was aggravated at myself for not getting a photo!
Dotting the sides of the
roads everywhere were the ruins of small rock houses that we learned are the
remains of peasant homes from the potato famine, or as the Irish call it, the
great hunger.
Fourteen or fifteen family members would live in these small
dwellings, sleeping on the floor or on shelves built into the walls. (Thus, the
term “left on the shelf too long” used to describe spinsters. Families were
eager for them to marry and move out to make space for someone else!) The
houses, like the miles of rock fence, were made of found, stacked stones
without mortar. How they remain with nothing to hold them is a mystery to me. The
houses include a giant fireplace at one end and usually few or no windows
because at the time the government charged a “window tax” that poor families
could not afford.
Another interesting sight
was the peat, or turf, bogs. According to our driver, sometime in Ireland’s
ancient past the Connemara was covered in forest which died and “melted” into
the ground, thus forming large wetlands filled with peat. The damp peat can be
cut like bricks from the earth, stacked and dried, and used for fuel. Many in
the Irish west still use turf as their main fuel and struggle against the
government which wants to stop peat farming and preserve the disappearing bogs.
We passed a peat farmer or two. One grinned and waved for us to come and help
him. We enjoyed his friendliness.
Our driver and other
Irishmen we spoke with expressed ongoing concern about their country and the
struggling economy and sometimes about their frustration with the government.
One quoted 40% unemployment, with the major industry being tourism. This is
obvious everywhere as the beauty of Ireland becomes more and more
commercialized, thus detracting from what makes it special to begin with. Yet
who I am to complain? I was a tourist. The Irish also fret about the continuing
exit of Ireland’s young people to other countries. And still, all these years
later, the resentment toward their 800 year English oppressor runs deep. This
part surprised me, but we heard that undercurrent over and over again while in
Ireland.
But back to the Connemara
where tourism has not overshadowed the wild and natural state of the world’s
greenest land. We saw a number of antiquities along the way, including Ross Errilly
Friary, a 1351 Franciscan friary and the best preserved monastery in Ireland.
To be so old, it is amazingly intact and gives a feel of what life must have
been like for those “keepers of the Christian light”.
We stopped at Cong, which
was my favorite village of the many we visited.
A beautiful little town,
surviving on tourism without being spoiled, Cong was where John Wayne filmed a
movie years ago and is credited with beginning Ireland’s tourist trade. There
is a museum, which I didn’t visit and a pub that was featured in the movie.
Instead of having tea, Sundy and I explored this quaint, charming village that
boasts a very old cross in the middle of main street. The tiny row of old shops
are squeezed close to one another and painted in colorful hues. A river runs
through Cong next to Cong Abbey, a fabulous old medieval ruin where were we
told the last high king of Ireland, Rory O’Connor is buried.
I saw no sign to
that effect so I don’t know if it’s true or not. I loved it, as I did every
abbey or friary we visited! I also enjoyed the swans floating on the river
inlet nearby. The entire town has a quiet, park-like beauty. I could see myself
living here and would have stayed here a day or two if I had known how much I
would love it.
Later on the tour, we saw
a little cemetery that turned out to be a children’s cemetery with a sad story.
It seems the Catholic faith, at one time, did not allow anyone who had not been baptized to
be buried in consecrated ground with their families. So this pretty little,
rock-walled plot of land contains the remains of dozens of children who died
before they could be baptized.
A stop by a lake revealed
an enchanting Irish superstition I had never heard of - a fairy tree. We were
told that people make a wish to the fairies and tie a ribbon on this particular
tree. Indeed, the small, wind-bent tree was covered in ribbons of various
colors. Our tour guide and others we talked to said that many Irish still take
their fairies seriously.
The countryside in the
Connemara area is so incredibly beautiful that I was, by now, in sensory
overload. My eyes simply couldn’t take everything in quickly enough. Suddenly,
we rounded a bend and there spread before us like something out of a magical
kingdom was Kylemore Abbey. Set on a lake with the mountain behind, Kylemore is
a magnificent manor house built by a man for his beloved wife in the mid 1800s.
When she died suddenly, the heartbroken husband built a miniature cathedral a
short distance from the house in her honor. It’s such a romantic story that the
romance writer in me was captivated. Sundy and I visited the church and spent
some time in prayer. There was a quiet reverence and a precious spirit about
the place.
There is a charge to see
the house and the walled Victorian gardens. The gardens were not quite in full
bloom but still very pretty and tidy. For the price of entry, you can actually
only visit one floor of the manor house which has some 100 rooms! Because we
were on the bus tour, we got a sizable discount on admission—I think it was 8
Euros-and I didn’t regret the expense. High on the hill behind the house is a
giant statue of Jesus that can be seen from some distant. We opted not to climb
up due to time and the cold wind.
I took dozens of photos
because this was, by far, the favorite stop of my entire trip. I’m trying to
figure out how to set a book here or at least in the Connemara area. Though the
weather was cold and windy and we wore every layer we brought with us, the sun
shone and the sky was a breathless blue. Rhododendron quite literally lines the
estate like a great green and fuchsia wall. The plants were just beginning to
bloom but were so very pretty. I can’t imagine how gorgeous they are in full
flower.
Finally, after more stops
to view pretty valleys and lakes and vast fields, our tour was over. At our
request, our driver dropped us back in Salthill at Lohan’s pub for a dinner of
my favorite Irish food-beef and Guinness stew. I had never tried it before and
was a little uncertain until I tasted. Oh, my! Yummy. A thick, rich gravy of
tender beef tips and mushrooms was topped with a generous helping of mashed
potatoes. Brown bread was served on the side. Country eaters like us were in
food heaven and now I have to figure out how to make this at home.
Happily filled, we walked
back to Coolin House, freshened up, Skyped home to the family from our iPad,
and then walked the 10 minutes or so to the Galway Bay Hotel and Trad on the
Prom. The venue for the show of traditional Irish music and dance is small and
all the chairs set flat so a short person would want to get there early and sit
in front. My daughter is under five feet tall and had we not been in the front
row she would not have seen much. As it was, the show was very entertaining
with a good mix of terrifically performed music and some good Irish dance. Two
of the musicians with the same last name were outstanding, each one playing
many traditional instruments. I think the woman played 22! I could listen to the penny whistle, the
boudhran, and the pipes all night. Some of the dancers were ho-hum but a pair
of brothers proved exceptional. All in all, a good show.
Afterward, we strolled
along the promenade-a walkway along Galway Bay-back to our lodging. A full moon
shone over the glistening, silvery waters. A few hearty souls—or crazies-were
swimming in the cold water while we huddled close inside our layered sweater,
jacket, coat and gloves. The walk is safe and pretty and only a few minutes
away from the residential area where we stayed. Again, we’d spent a lovely day
in Ireland without a bit of rain.
Awakened to this beautiful site outside the breakfast room of Friar's Glen B & B, the BEST inn in Ireland. Can you see the Irish red deer near the treeline?
See my pretty Sundy standing by the door?
Boats harbored at Dingle. I'm told they fish at night from this tiny fishing village.
Note the established date! This pub is at Bunratty. We had a passable meal here. The inside is cooly ancient and you could feel the age and history.
Muckross Abbey, a medieval abby I loved. Can you see me up there peering out the window? The abbey is said to be haunted and has tombs dating back to the 1300s. The cemetary is still used today. The ambiance here is amazing. We visited at dusk and I could have lingered here for hours.
Lovely County Kerry.
Every where in Ireland we saw rock walls like this. It's a very rocky land so walls were built with found rock. The rocks are just stacked on top of each other without mortor. Many have endured for hundreds of years!
The outside of Friar's Glen B&B, my favorite, favorite place to stay in Ireland. Mary and John made us feel at home and went above and beyond to make our stay enjoyable after a rather trying day. They even drove us to the pub, provided a flashlight and umbrella and booked tours for us. Wonderful people. And the breakfast alone was worth the price!
The countryside in the
Connemara area is so incredibly beautiful that I was, by now, in sensory
overload. My eyes simply couldn’t take everything in quickly enough. Suddenly,
we rounded a bend and there spread before us like something out of a magical
kingdom was Kylemore Abbey. Set on a lake with the mountain behind, Kylemore is
a magnificent manor house built by a man for his beloved wife in the mid 1800s.
When she died suddenly, the heartbroken husband built a miniature cathedral a
short distance from the house in her honor. It’s such a romantic story that the
romance writer in me was captivated. Sundy and I visited the church and spent
some time in prayer. There was a quiet reverence and a precious spirit about
the place. 
Sundy outside Muckross House, a gorgeous, wonderful "castle" from the 1850's.
