Lost in Ireland. Wicklow. Where the fuck is the Black Castle, signage would be good about now. The book says it’s a tree lined paradise, yet we see no trees. “Oh wait is that falling down thing the Castle? It sure is quick get the camera.
Glendalough was awesome. It’s this old-time Irish village. My camera died here, no battery life left. Thank goodness Holly's battery is charged. There are a lot of tourist here, the most we’ve seen. A monk named Kevin lived in a cave on the hill, the village is built on old pagan sites. I’m looking it up in the Irish myth books I bought. I’ve bought a few books here, only I would buy books and cart them across the Atlantic.
Tomorrow’s our last full day. I'm sad, yet happy to get home. Next time I'm sticking the the West Coast, more sites there. The East has a lot of bigger cities and I'd rather drive the coastlines than explore Dublin, Wicklow and Naas.
CW
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