The cliffs of wonder and awe

I have waited years to see these cliffs, and let me tell ya they did not dissapoint. Even the two hour bus ride there was full of beautiful and wonderful sites. We crossed through a dozen small Irish towns each one jammed packed with their own history that put them where they are now. Irish history is the full of most interesting and depressing stories, but I've never been to a place where each member of their country is so proud of their heritage. Every Irishman I've met could talk to you for hours about their livelihood, and family roots.  And hats off the Irish for preserving their land so well. 

Theres these trees here in Ireland called ferry trees, beautiful ugly tree but apparently these trees are homes to the good spirits in the world. If you cause harm or threaten the trees they'll cast bad luck upon you. The Irish believe this so much so they've built roads around the trees as to not cut them down, farmers have moved fields, construction project halted.  

The irish folklore stories are amung some of the most interesting stories I've ever heard, part reason being the different religions that have came through the country. One particular is on of the many stories of the Clifs of Moher.  It is said when St Patrick came to Ireland and forced Christianity on the Irish and ended Celtic practices the Tuatha de Danann were outragged. They turned themselves into horses and took refuge in the caves for seven years. When the  horses finally emerged seven years later they were so afraid of the sunlight they galloped straight off the cliffs. The spot is now named Aill na Searrach, or cliffs of the foals. 

Regardless what's stories you believe in or not, the Irish landscape is indiscribable and one I will never forget.  

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