My senior year of college, I took advantage of a week-long Thanksgiving break to visit a friend who was studying at the University of Cork in Ireland (utilizing that around-the-world address book to my advantage!). We decided to go to Killarney for a couple of days, to visit its famed national park–a huge tourist draw in summer, but quiet, cold and still stunning in winner.
We rented bikes for day, exploring the national park. It was everything that I had ever pictured Ireland to be: lots of green rolling hills. At night, we found a pub with Irish dancing in the back. Crowded with locals, we learned to dance a traditional jig and drink a pint of Guinness.
While Blarney Castle isn’t in Killarney, it is where I kissed the stone and took this photo. Kissing the Blarney stone is said to endow the kisser with the gift of eloquence.