A day in the Irish countryside

I thought it might be my last day on earth. The goodbye calls were about to start and the flashbacks began.

Death stood before me … on a hill … in the form of a sheep. The sun shone brightly behind it as it stared me down for a good few minutes unfazed. I must have looked like a lunatic because I couldn’t stop laughing at it looking at me. To give you a visual (apologies for the ultra zoom and pixelation) …

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Oh, so many fond memories from Ireland. Out of the seven countries I visited, I have to say Ireland was my favorite. The people, the culture and the beauty are enough for anyone to drop everything and visit, but more on that in a few weeks.  For now, I just had to share one of the reasons why I fell in love with Ireland: Glencolumbkille – the place you didn’t know you needed to visit. Let me explain.

The town

Glencolumkille town

Located almost directly across from Belfast on the opposite coastline lies this small town. I still don’t think I pronounce the name correctly. I just avoided having to say it to be safe. The town has one road, which seems like it was built for one car at times. Want a nice night out? No problem. You have a choice between the only two pubs in town that are within two minutes of each other. If you’re lucky there might even be a band playing at one of them. As an added bonus to this already quaint town, some of the highest cliffs in Europe are located only about 20 minutes away.

The paths

Path to the Atlantic

Oh, the places you will go! This was my favorite part of staying in a small countryside town. I walked away from my B&B with no idea where I was going. I simply wanted to walk so I followed some random paths and ended up at the ocean. There were no cars to dodge or sidewalks to stay on. Just good ole fashioned paths leading you to who knows where.

The secret hideaways

Secret cove

I honestly can’t put into words how excited I was when I discovered a small cove and  had it all to myself. I sat there and took in the scenery. Then I closed my eyes and listened to the waves crashing on the rocks below. I sat there like a freak, and no one could do anything about it. I wasn’t worried that I was completely alone. I didn’t feel the need to clench my pepper spray like I would if I were alone in America (also because it’s illegal there). It was pure bliss. The only people I saw were a grandpa giving his grandchildren a ride on his tractor, and we both smiled and waved to one another. I about died from the cuteness.

Empty Beaches

Silver Strand

I’ve never been one for sunny beaches where girls lay out in bikinis and guys drool as they walk past those girls. Now rainy beaches where almost no one is there are my kind of places. Welcome to Silver Strand. I have to admit I probably looked like a hippy walking along the water, pants rolled up and boots left far behind in the sand. It was like I had the beach all to myself. I jumped on rocks, took pictures of the gentle waves and even held a starfish. Then I walked up to the hills around it, still barefoot walking through sheep poop, and looked out over the Atlantic Ocean. And a not so guilty confession, I blasted One Direction’s “Story of My Life” while enjoying that single moment in time. #noregrets

Life was a little too good to be true that day.

Now it’s time for you to join in. Where is your favorite place in the world that you have visited? I’m always looking for new places to add to my list.

(Here’s a gallery so you can see the photos bigger.)

P.S. Keep an eye out for 10 Reasons You Need to Visit Ireland that will be coming in a few weeks. More pictures and some pretty awkward stories. Sounds like a dream already.

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