The highlight of Ireland was our drive through the countryside. As I previously mentioned, Cameron and I rented a car to drive west from Dublin to Galway. Now you may be thinking, just as I did when he proposed the idea, “Are you crazy?”
Cameron’s master plan was great. It allowed us to take our time stopping off at different viewpoints along the way. One of which was a Dunguaire Castle, a 16th century roundtower.
We enjoyed zipping around the countryside in a car about the size of the Tic Tac! (For those of you that don’t know, the Tic Tac is what we call Cam’s 1997 white Mazda Miata.) It’s a good thing that we were in a wee car. The roads were barely wide enough for two smart cars to pass and were lined with high shrubbery for most of the journey. The speed limit was 100km/hr; at 80km/hr it felt like light-speed.
All went well! Cameron loved that he could master driving a manual with his left hand while on the “wrong” side of the road. We returned with all of our limbs as well as the car, in one piece.
Ireland was so beautiful, like nothing I have ever seen. We left feeling like we had just hit the tip of the iceberg and in turn, left us wanting more. Not to worry, we will be going back, after all that is where my roots lie. Now we are onto chasing Cameron’s roots …in England!