Shannon, Ennis, and the Cliffs of Moher

I`m hitting a wall of tired at this point. My big accomplishment has been driving on the left in lanes too narrow for the cars driving in them, without crashing into anything/anyone.
My level of tired, coupled with the idyllic countryside, has the effect of feeling like a surreal dream. Flowers bubble up out of hillsides, and overflow great hanging pots. The Cliffs of Moher drop away away to a crashing clear ocean. There is no horizon line out there. Just a gradient from sea to sky.
And my food of the day: black and white pudding.もっと詳しく