Time is flying as we're having fun in our new home in Dingle Town. The town itself is great, with tons of excellent restaurants, an amazing local ice cream business (more on that later), and easy access to the western part of the peninsula, one of the last remaining strongholds of traditional Irish culture and the Irish language.
The local market had some beautiful offerings...
...and over near the town of Dunquin we got to try our hands at making little bits of pottery.
The B&B where we're staying is entertainment in and of itself, as it is home to a menagerie of farm animals that greet us loudly as we come and go.
They say the Dingle Peninsula is the westernmost point of Europe, but there is a group of islands called the Blaskets off the west coast of the Dingle that for centuries were home to what must have been some of Ireland's heartiest stock--and that's saying something. We had to wait for what was the nicest day of our entire trip to even undertake the ferry crossing--an adventure in and of itself--to Great Blasket Island.
The ruins of the island's village (home to a couple hundred people in its heyday) were almost as nice to look at as the view.
We took a nice walk up the hill, ate a picnic lunch, basked in the sunshine and gentle breeze...heaven.
Sounds like heaven. What a place!
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