Browsing the archives for the memory lane tag
For those catching up, I’m reliving trips from 2005, 2007, and 2009. Because I’d like to be traveling right now!
Ireland, September 7, 2005: Dingle
It freaking rained horizontal all freaking day.
I had a fabulous B&B in Dingle, with a fabulous view. However, all day long September 7, 2005, this is what I saw. Torrential rain and wind, all day.
For those of you just joining us, I’m reliving trips from 2005, 2009, and as of today also from 2007. Trips down memory lane!
Ireland, September 5, 2005: Doolin to Dingle
This was a big day of bus travel, so only one picture for the day:
Directional signs on my walk from my B&B into Doolin proper to catch the bus to Dingle.
Ireland, September 4, 2005: The Burren, Cliffs of Moher, Doolin
After an early morning ferry ride from Inishmore back to the mainland, I took a “big bus” day trip that took me (and 8,000 other people) around the Burren, to the Cliffs of Moher, and to Doolin. The tour made a full circle back to Galway (I think that’s where it started, if I remember right), but I used it as my mode of transportation to get my to my final destination, and got off in Doolin.
I have lots of pictures from September 4!! Note: Click on any picture to enlarge (somewhat).
Poulnabrone dolmen. I raced to the dolmen to get a picture in which it wasn't surrounded by the 49 other bus passengers. I also have a picture from about two minutes later when the area is swarming with people. Timing is everything!
This day five years ago was one of my absolute favorites on my trip to Ireland. I got up in the wee hours, hopped on the tiniest plane EVER (see picture) – as it was too small even for an aisle, we had to enter our seats from the outside, like a van – and made the eight-minute flight from the mainland to Inishmore, one of the Aran Islands. I LOVED Inishmore and can’t wait to go back!
Ireland, September 3, 2005: Inishmore
inside the tiny plane: please don't crash please don't crash please don't crash
Second day in Ireland, September 2, 2005: toured around the Connemara area of Ireland. Took a big bus tour, which I don’t recommend; luckily, it was a weekday and so not nearly as crowded as it gets on the weekends (which I found out the hard way, later!)
Kylemore Abbey
Five years ago today, I was groggy and disoriented in Galway, Ireland. A year ago tomorrow, I was looking for kilted men in Edinburgh. Three years ago Sunday, I was wandering lost around Vevey, Switzerland, thinking that a city looks a lot different than a flat map. (Okay, actually that was three years and a month ago. I thought that trip was late August/early September, but as it turns out it started August 5.)
It’s become a pattern that every other year in late summer, I’m heading off on a new adventure. Which means that now, round about this time of year, I start to get to feel like I’m supposed to be packing and on a plane.
