"If you ever go across the sea to Ireland,
Then maybe at the closing of your day,
You can sit and watch the moonrise over Claddagh,
And see the sun go down on Galway Bay"
September 13, Ennis, Ireland
Another fantastic day,
but I’m exhausted. I can barely write! Oh, my wee legs hurt. So today we
started with looking at some lovely countryside. Everything is so beautiful, it
seriously make me want to cry. Even the cows are beautiful.
We first stopped for a
quick look at Saint Bridget’s Well. It was lovely. Our coach driver told us the
story of Saint Bridget’s cloak. Saint Bridget, who
travelled all of Ireland in her missionary work, asked the local county
official for a bit of land, but the greedy man refused it to her. She begged
him for any amount of land, but he was stubborn and unfeeling. Humbly, she
asked him for merely a piece of land large enough to spread her cloak over. The
man shrewdly agreed to give it to her, and told her to lay down her cloak. This
she did, and before the man could say another word, her meager cloak spread to
cover the entire county. The man kept his bargain to Saint Bridget, and so the
county was under her watch and care, which it may still be today.
The next place we stopped at: the Aran Islands,
which, in my opinion, are the most beautiful places on earth. So
gorgeous. We went on a ferry to Inis-mor, the largest of the Islands. The ferry
ride was so beautiful. The weather was cloudy at first, so the sea was black,
black, black. Then the sun hit it, and I couldn’t believe how blue and clear
the water was! We saw tons of jellyfish. It was just beautiful, with the wind
in my face and everything so gorgeous. We spent the day on the island, which is
the perfect place (except maybe Scotland). We biked all ‘round the isle, which
KILLED, I hurt so badly! But it was worth it. Wonderful discoveries to be made
everywhere, things to look at, seals, and, of course, the sacred donkeys (we
almost had a biking accident at that one). Being silly American tourists, we
kept cycling on the wrong side of the road, making it terrifying when cars or
horse carriages came through. The roads are tiny, and they weren’t going to
stop for us! We stopped in the little sweater markets, and the sweaters were beautiful, some of them hand-knitted. I got
lost for a little while after the shops, but I found Brother Merrill, who told
me the others had all gone up to the fort without me. “It’s just a little hike
up there, you’ll catch up with them in no time.” Hah! Did Brother Merrill
realize I had been biking around an entire island? When I saw the fort way up
at the top of a hill overlooking the ocean, I almost cried. But I made it, and
got to look down the enormous cliffs. It was stunning! We were so tired, but we
had to bike all the way back. The scenery was spectacular, I can’t even
describe it. When we got back to the bike rental place, the kind gent who ran
it gave us some water bottle refills from his hose around back—“Don’t worry, ‘t
won’t kill you.”
We rode the ferry back
and then saw the cliffs of Moher (a.k.a cliffs of Insanity). Oh! It was
breathtaking. Most beautiful place on earth. We saw a wedding going on at the
cliffs, which just added to the magic of everything.
Tonight I got a
microwave steak and kidney pie, which was… interesting.
The best part of the
day was when we sang “Nearer, My God, To Thee” on the coach. The spirit on the
coach was so strong, we all were in tears. There was no way you could mistake
it. It’s amazing the peace that music and the gospel can bring.
Goodnight from Ennis!
P.S.: From my window
right now I can hear Irish voices singing pub songs across the way.
The next place we stopped at: the Aran Islands,
which, in my opinion, are the most beautiful places on earth. So
gorgeous. We went on a ferry to Inis-mor, the largest of the Islands. The ferry
ride was so beautiful. The weather was cloudy at first, so the sea was black,
black, black. Then the sun hit it, and I couldn’t believe how blue and clear
the water was! We saw tons of jellyfish. It was just beautiful, with the wind
in my face and everything so gorgeous. We spent the day on the island, which is
the perfect place (except maybe Scotland). We biked all ‘round the isle, which
KILLED, I hurt so badly! But it was worth it. Wonderful discoveries to be made
everywhere, things to look at, seals, and, of course, the sacred donkeys (we
almost had a biking accident at that one). Being silly American tourists, we
kept cycling on the wrong side of the road, making it terrifying when cars or
horse carriages came through. The roads are tiny, and they weren’t going to
stop for us! We stopped in the little sweater markets, and the sweaters were beautiful, some of them hand-knitted. I got
lost for a little while after the shops, but I found Brother Merrill, who told
me the others had all gone up to the fort without me. “It’s just a little hike
up there, you’ll catch up with them in no time.” Hah! Did Brother Merrill
realize I had been biking around an entire island? When I saw the fort way up
at the top of a hill overlooking the ocean, I almost cried. But I made it, and
got to look down the enormous cliffs. It was stunning! We were so tired, but we
had to bike all the way back. The scenery was spectacular, I can’t even
describe it. When we got back to the bike rental place, the kind gent who ran
it gave us some water bottle refills from his hose around back—“Don’t worry, ‘t
won’t kill you.” 
