When we got to Ireland, we were in the trusted hands of Mark, my boss/friend/professional partner-in-crime. Mark loves Ireland, so we let him plan the entire trip. Plus, he offered to drive on the left-side of the road, and that’s an offer I can’t refuse.
First up, Mark took us to New Grange, a neolithic burial mound. We drove to the visitor center, where you have to sign up for a specific time slot to see New Grange (and other sites if you’re so inclined). You can’t actually got to New Grange on your own. At your allotted time, you climb into a shuttle bus which drops you off at the New Grange site.
Once at New Grange, there isn’t a lot to see. The scenery is beautiful, but otherwise, you’ll come face to face with a massive stone-enclosed mound. The guide split the group into two due to space constraints and took us into the site a group at a time. NO PHOTOS ARE ALLOWED INSIDE… which made the whole thing a lot less fun for me (unless you’re my husband and you don’t believe in rules).
Next up, Mark drove us south of Dublin to one of his favorite sites, Glendalough, a sixth century monastery site with lovely ruins, walking paths, and a small museum (which was closed when we got there).
The scenery is gorgeous and feels authentically Irish. It’s the kind of place you can spend a leisurely afternoon, walking through history and soaking up the lush backdrop.
This is one of my favorite pictures of Mark from the trip.
Of course, this being Ireland, it was way past time for some drinking. There is a hotel and bar on site, and Mark and M got right to it. As for me, I like to think of drinking as a spectator sport (unless it’s a diet coke).