Cliffs of Moher

     We started our cliff journey boarding the Paddywagon. It was a massive green machine sporting a lot of shamrocks and a goofy looking leprechaun. After a stop at a convenience store, we were on our way across the country to see some gorgeous cliffs. We made a quick stop beforehand in a quant town to look at some water and peruse some shops. The fan favorite was a little store with many unique little trinkets. I ended up purchasing a little bell in a cute shape made out of clay. There was a little fairy garden in the back with twinkle lights and leaves. When looking through a glass hole, there was a face. It was all very whimsical. I was amazed at how quickly we reached the other side of Ireland. From Dublin to the cliffs, it was an easy three hours. I kept forgetting during our stay how little Ireland is compared to the United States. I sometimes forget that it isn't always practical to compare American government, economy, or property to other countries due to the pure size difference. It's not even close.

    When we arrived at the cliffs, there seemed to be a lot of humor. The Lifts of Moher and The Gifts of Moher were beckoning me, but I decided to opt for the classic hike up the cliffs. The little castle at the halfway point was very sweet. It was also very crowded. I was astonished at the ability of all of us to self-govern the flow of traffic. The further we got across the cliffs, the windier it became. I felt a few times as though I would be knocked over. I thoroughly enjoyed the occasional busker playing traditional Irish music on my way through. It put me in a very cliffy mood. There were a couple of moments where I had to remind myself to stop hiking and take it all in. It was hard to conceptualize how high up I was and just how insane it was that I was there. It was almost overwhelming.