I’ll admit, I had some preconceived notions about Ireland. Grim weather. Junky shamrock souvenirs. Greasy fish and chips. You know the clichés. But the Emerald Isle was calling my name, and so I planned a trip aimed at discovering some of the country’s in-between spaces. The quaint charm of Dublin’s Ballsbridge neighborhood. The lush, green farmlands and picturesque fishing villages of County Cork in the south. The rugged, desolate beauty of Connemara, that wild peninsula that extends past Galway towards the Aran Islands. There is so much more to Ireland than the well-traveled tour bus roads, and the Guinness Storehouse, and the spectacular cliffs you want to photograph but there are tourists in your frame. There is a whole other Ireland where sheep are more common than people, where food is so local you may have seen it earlier that day, and where you pull over the car to capture the magnificent view and the wind is whipping, and the sheep are blinking and there is not a single soul in sight. Visit this stunning Ireland using the latest travel page, here.
