Almost everywhere in Ireland is picturesque. There's moss growing everywhere. Stone walls crop up in the middle of a forest, half standing and half falling in acquiescence to Mother Nature. You walk down a street, cars racing past you, but on the other side, you pass a little waterfall.
No joke, I saw all these things today. We went to Howth, which is a fishing village a little northeast of the city. First of all, the water around this little peninsula is this perfect blue-green-turquoise color. It was so beautiful. We went on a hike, trying to find a circle of white stones that supposedly marked a grave, because it was supposed to be cool. Needless to say, we found a castle, spurred by our rallying cry of "To the castle!" and wandered around hills a lot, but no grave.
Still, we fought our way through this damp, muddy, forest-y hill to a place above the fog that covered Howth for the majority of the day, and it was incredible. We definitely followed a path, but it was overgrown and wild, and I felt like every step I was taking led me deeper into something incredible. And indeed, sometimes you would follow secondary paths, and find yourself bursting out of the foliage into a small little plateau, where all you can see is green and sky. Or you follow a dark scary path and find out that it isn't a path at all, but instead a stream.
I'm hoping to go back in April or May, when it's a little warmer and the flowers are blooming. Hopefully, the skies will be clear that day and I will get some amazing shots of the sights from the cliffs on the shore.
Oh, and I also had fish and chips for the first time today. That was also magical.
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