Ireland

The day still has pittosto foggy and so we decide to visit Londonderry. The idea of ​​trespassing in Northern Ireland does not make us crazy, but the curiosity to see the city takes us through the hundreds of miles away.

We park the car near the center and we decide to walk the entire wall that surrounds the heart of the city. The impression that we left Derry is very different from what we left Belfast last year. Derry is a lively, modern and at times very English but retains shades of very accentuated in Ireland that make really nice.

The pubs are fabulous and the architecture of their refined interior. The people we met were very courteous and polite.

The feeling changes completely leaving the center and heading toward the Sunday Bloody Sunday Memorial. The district is marked by numerous murals (similar to those of West Belfast) and written extolling the struggle and to 'Our memory is soon directed IRA songs and the film that dealt with the issue of troubles.

We leave Derry after a pretty funny mistake in the payment of the parking lot and head back to Ireland (the Republic) to Buncrana. The beach is found on the left before the country is spectacular and the sun which now dominates the sky, for a halt. We continue to Buncrana where we stop for lunch very late.

We go back to Donegal Town and we stop for one last kite to the beach near Mountcharles. We expect the last night in Ireland away from Dublin airport and we will get back to reality.