Today we headed south to the Cliffs of Moher.
I was honestly more excited for the Burren, which said something silly like it was Europe’s most interesting scenery. I mean, Europe’s fine and all, but I totally agree. I could hike this place for days—and maybe I will, someday.
Understandably, that made us thirsty. So we headed to a pub just a stone’s throw from our place.
We talked of many things, second-most importantly: what to name our car?
Juan Diego. May you carry us into the sunset in safety. And without all those annoying bongs that you sound when I refuse to don my seatbelt. (We were going something like half a kilometre, I swear.)
Tomorrow I might post the fun it is to ‘drive’ on Ireland’s ‘roads.’
I wish I had an Alfa. Or hell, I’d settle for an M3. But Juan Diego is my destiny right now.