Don’t ask me. I guess I’ll check it out later, but the Burren is an massive outcropping of rock and rock formations. Headed there in the morning – and you’ll see first a snapshot of a random castle I passed along the way – and so enjoying zipping along country roads (no more boo-boos, got the hang of it now) with beautiful, clean houses and meadows with long, low stone walls, furry cows and plump sheep lazing in the lush green that carpets the rolling hills. Yes, really. I took the long, 8 km hike up the top and around and back again. You’ll see a photo of me at the top because I ran into a lovely French couple and immediately started chatting in French. He was both delighted and delightful. See it all for yourself:
3 hours later, tired and so fuckin’ happy…the Earth is so alive (and so are we!), back in the car and headed to the Wild Honey Inn (1 Michelin star, so eating well tonight). So cute that their town, Lisdoonvarna, has an annual Matchmaking festival. Evidently, it’s a big thing, because pubs and markets are named that way:
Oh, did I mention the restaurant at the Inn has 1 Michelin * ?