This time last year, I was on a plane heading for Dublin.
My dad had finally gotten his Irish citizenship and for his 60th birthday we decided to finally visit the homeland.
This was our first family vacation where we all left from different locations (meaning that I didn't get the special treatment of having the EU passport. I was waiting in the lovely (read: really long) foreigner line at immigration :)
I met up with my parents in Dublin where we stayed for 3 days right next to Trinity College!
The weather was perfect and we spent most of our time just wandering around, finding adorable cafes (Fumbally, pictured above is my definition of heaven) and meeting up with old friends.
Dublin was sort of jarring because it was the first place I had traveled to that immediately felt like home. It probably helped that literally everyone on the street looked like they could be related to me, but still - very odd feeling.
After our short time in Dublin we rented a car (they drive on the left side of the road and even though I trust my dad's driving it was still pretty terrifying trying to get out of Dublin...) and headed to the Rock of Cashel (The first picture of this card!)
The tour of the cathedral was actually awesome and the gusts of freezing wind just added to the ambience. We only stayed one night and we were off again on another adventure!
This time we headed to Dingle. My favorite stop of the trip for a hilarious reason.
There is a famous road just outside of Dingle where the cliffs are absolutely majestic. We checked into our adorable bed and breakfast and hopped right back in the car to see them for ourselves.
Turns out, a storm was coming. Heavy rain, gale force winds, the works. But we weren't going to let that stop us! Getting out of the car to take pictures was hilarious because we were all falling and screaming and getting soaked while these stupid Irish sheep just looked at us like we were crazy.
We headed back into town for the best seafood chowder of my life that made us all feel human again.
On the way to our final destination, Galway, we stopped at the famous Cliffs of Moher.
(no, I did not see a puffin. Yes, I am still bummed)
They're as breathtaking as everyone says that they are and we couldn't have asked for better weather. The theme of the trip seemed to be "extreme wind" but the clear blue skies made up for it!
Finally we stopped in Galway, where my family is actually from!
We were able to drive (actually quite far) outside of Galway to the seaside farm that my great grandfather called his home before moving to America. We were able to just wander around the quiet town and enjoy the last days of Ireland in our bed and breakfast (see above - that's the owner's dog, Oscar)