There are two ways to tell you are in Ireland.
1) You see 2 sheep walking in a line through a residential area, and there's no punchline, because there's actually 2 sheep walking in a line through a residential area. (Really guys, does your sheep dog know you're out?)
1) You see 2 sheep walking in a line through a residential area, and there's no punchline, because there's actually 2 sheep walking in a line through a residential area. (Really guys, does your sheep dog know you're out?)
2) You realize you're being made fun of as a tourist with, what you hope is, a sort of silly fondness. (I admit, I kind of did assume anything with a statue was a memorial of some sort... No, you cannot just stick stuff up because it's pretty.)
 |  Yup, that's a giant stone statue butt. With absolutely no historical significance. And not just any butt.... it's a giant stone statue grabbing his butt. |  |
After stopping in this adorable little town for a delicious seafood "snack" and an ice cream cone with a Flakes bar stuck in it (for the record, these are delicious, try at first possible chance. If necessary, spend large amounts of money online to have imported) , we left behind the rolling fields of green and peat farms and begin slowly headed up towards the more dramatic landscapes on the top half off Ireland (not quite Northern Ireland yet folks).
Peat Farm, Ireland
A lovely little block of peat left sitting in the sun to dry out before use
Kylemore Abbey, Ireland
| On an incredibly important side note, my mother, Polly Wells, loves monkeys... and she was super excited to find her favorite animal in Ireland... It was kind of the high point of her trip. |  |
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