For me, thus far, driving in Ireland has been a key part of this adventure. Each turn around the bend especially along the coast has been one spectacular view after another --and one I may not have gotten to see if I were on trains or a tour. Yesterday, I drove to Roundhouse via Ballycoonleey and along the Atlantic coastline. There was no place to stop to take a photo--but it was grand--in all sense of the word. Blue, green, lavender, orange. The land wild yet well-kept--rocks, heather, Montbretia, stone walls, the beach, the sea. These are the memories I want to keep tightly on to.
When I arrived in Roundhouse, I had lunch at O'Dowds with Mickey, a local I met in Griffith's the night before. He knew everyone (local) in the bar--pointed out celebrity houses across the bay, talked politics, a bit of poetry, the people of Ireland over a bowl of chowder and coffee.
Eventually I made my way home. Keeping it low key today, touring thru the town of Clifden--as tomorrow will be driving quite a bit. ..Until
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