Ireland

We landed yesterday late at night near the new wing dell'aereporto Dublin International Airport. The flight was nice so that gave us the spectacular night view of a capital city in all its splendor.

We retrieved the luggage hold of the Zafira hire and after some misunderstanding with the handbrake we head towards Swords. The sky is clear and the air is fresh. We in Ireland.

I confess: my recent trip to Sweden has shaken my traditional preference for the most beautiful island in the world. Sweden also is wonderful as a tourist and I was fine. I thought about this today as I drove from Dublin at a time of Kinsale.

We decide for a small deviation and a dutiful ritual stop at the old Jameson Distillery in Midleton. Lunch at the distillery and allow ourselves to be an atmosphere charged with involvement, malt flavors and colors.

In the early afternoon we reach Kinsale while the sky still seems to have taken a final decision for the day. In any case it rains and it is known in these parts is no small thing. The owner of B & B that we have booked for this night is absent and we are forced to come back later.

Abide by the guide and head to the Charles Fort. From strong and the road that runs along you can enjoy the best view of Kinsale and the bay. Just a small passage to reach the rocks below the fort, and finally I'm in Ireland. Not that I was not the first but that feeling of tranquility savage, the strong smell of the sea, the sound of seagulls and the incessant roar of the wind are able to project in a dimension that can not be explained otherwise than by calling His real name: headache of Ireland.

Let's go back to where we B6B welcomes the gracious Mrs. Abbey tells us how he dreams of spending a summer on Lake Garda in the sun, and delighting with Italian cuisine. It 's true that nobody in the world can enjoy what has until the end and, as it should be, feels always looking for something that is missing ... it's just different.

We go out for a walk along the sea. The evening is beautiful. The sun plays hide and seek with the clouds that run fast on the water pushed by the wind. The colors leave us speechless.