Irlandiamo

I am from yesterday in County Clare (more precisely in Doolin) and hence the 3G signal is not present.

Take account of the post and the publication of pictures tomorrow after reaching the Connemara.

A few days ago I opened a Facebook page dedicated to Magnetic Music Café in Doolin, unquestioned goal of a trip to Ireland, especially if you are fans of Irish folk music.

For those of you who use Facebook that's the link:

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Doolin-Ireland/Magnetic-Music-Cafe-Doolin/116082675054

The breakfast with french toast Lorraine color a day that there is rather gray and full of rain. From the windows of the dining room there is a view of all the crazy hills of Doolin, the Cliffs and the Arann Islands.

We take to the road towards the Connemara not before being passed by the Clare Jam Company, which is a paradise where the jam is easy to give in to all sorts of temptation surrounded by dozens of different kinds of jam or marmelade. The owner and vendtore seems to come directly from the past: a few words and with an accent almost incomprehensible. I left the shop with 8kg of jams and no idea how to bring them to Italy. And 'That's the beauty of being on vacation ... or not?

I ride through the moonscape of the Burren along the old road that leads from Ennis to Galway. Today, the day seems really determined to bad and when we reach the Connemara a sparse but constant drizzle accompanies us to our destination along the Sky Road. We stop for lunch at the old railway station in Clifden where the delicious goodness of sadwiches is ruined by the annoying noise of a company of Italian maleducatissimi who manage to obscure the captivating charm of a place from another time. Italy is how we feel so far away from these people. Too bad.

After a short break we decided to go where the obligatory stop at Roundstone and 'Craft Village where we kidnapped by the extraordinary beauty of the jewelry, and musical instruments of porcellene types of Irish tradition.

We return to Clifden and prepare for dinner at Ban Pangur near Letterfrack. Tomorrow is our last whole day in Ireland. Tuesday traveling to Dublin where the magic begins and ends, where I leave a part of me every time I come home safe, however, find it during my next trip.

We wake up early and eat pancakes favolsi of wild honey in the veranda of the b & b that hosts us. The view over the bay of Dingle is wonderful and the spell is broken only by precipitation, which sometimes rushes to the roof. The goal now is the magic of Doolin in County Clare, a tiny fishing village that owes its fame to a musical tradition that is lost to the origins of Irish folk.

We decide to skip the usual Limerick and take the ferry to Tarbert on the Shannon. From Dingle we head over the Connor Pass and we stop on the shores of the ocean in a beautiful white sand beach. The wind is cold and the clouds promise rain. We are preparing to arrive in Doolin tradzionale blanket of fog and humidity.

The short trip aboard the ferry that crosses the Shannon is always nice as long as you brave the cold standing on the bridge that runs along the sides of the boat. We cross the mouth of the largest river of reland and disembark in Clare where she awaits the pouring rain. I drive to Doolin and amazement the day turns into a few minutes and when we are in sight of the beautiful hills that descend to the village a warm sun is high in the sky of Ireland.

A compulsory stop at the Magnetic Music Café where a hot cup of zero and a slice of cake with plenty of cream brings us back to the world. This place is truly unique, infused with a mystical atmosphere and gathering where music is the main element. A quick tour of the negozzietti and head to the very root.

From here you decide rilsalire the coast to the cliffs. The spectacle of rock's great if you feel like walking over a giant form of Swiss cheese. The afternoon was perfect and after a long walk we reach the base of the Cliffs from which there is an indescribable view. I sit perched among the rocks in layers. I like to think so that you hear a seagull here. I also would like to take the flight from Ireland and see this. I'll be back with your feet and mind to resume the land and slowly wasting away in the very middle of the fields bordering the beach.

We return to the b & b to rest a little before we dive in the night atmosphere of the village.

I do not know if no one has ever written a very capable, but if I had I definitely would do it. As is traditional in all my stay in Doolin we allow ourselves a dinner at Lazy Lobster .

The restaurant is extremely simple yet very refined. Owen (the owner and his wife Sarah) welcomed us with warmth and always assures us that he booked us two of the best lobster of the day. The mouth watering encourages us to order a couple of starters and here comes a plate of mussels and crab cakes. To hell and I'm on holiday in Ireland: Portuguese white from 14.5 degrees.

Here come the lobster accompanied by melted butter, chili and lime. Good, very good indeed divine. A half hour of absolute food heaven. I finish the bottle of white and mumbled the little that I can ask for the bill. Owen tells me to be the best customer of the restaurant and considering that I come from Italy I think it's something really special. Having said that grants us a generous discount. The night is wonderful. Above us a clear blue sky dotted with millions of stars. Given the almost total absence of artificial lights the show is perfect. Damn that's nice to be in Ireland!

As expected we wake up wrapped in a thick blanket of fog. It does not rain but nothing around us. We have breakfast and we decided to take the day as it comes and do what you can to the page ... nothing.

We descend to the village of Doolin where we spend an hour cyber cafe to update the blog of the two previous days and respond to some email. Before noon, the sun shines again and decide to go for a hike on the cliffs.

The spectacle that awaits us is crazy: Gale joined the force of the sea creates high waves that often fail to cross the limit of the cliffs and flood the path. We go to where the common sense and allows us to remain awed by the spectacle of nature.

We return for lunch at O'Connors pub and a coffee at the Magnetic. The day was gracious to the end and the rain has once again given way to sun. We head to the cottage where the Doolin Pottery is exhibited in a natural way in the front garden of beautiful porcelain that anyone can buy and pay the right (there is still a very rough guide) leaving money in a small shed attached.

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Before arriving at the pub for dinner we allow ourselves a visit to Co Clare Jam . shop (attached to the house managers) may be called the paradise of the jam and is located in the hills that separate the village of Doolin from the main road that leads the Cliffs of Moer. You can find all kinds of jams and jellies from the mythical orange and whiskey (strictly Irish), with champagne and strawberries to blueberries with portoe so on.

We arrive early enough pubs and O'Connor, took place on the stools of the bar, we order dinner for me, a seasoned grilled sea trout with capers, goat cheese on a bed of peppers, eggplant and onions. Divine! Dining at the pub in Ireland is absolutely enjoy dishes like a good restaurant for both food quality and care in the presentation of the dishes.

While waiting for some musician to come 9:30 and give off the inevitable traditional music session I decided to order a glass of Midleton Irish Whiskey or the more rare and valuable. The effort (statement) is immediately paid off and I am overwhelmed by a set of aromas and flavors really incomparable.

The trio entertains us tonight begins his repertoire of traditional music. The magic of the pub O'Connors reaches its peak. A late night move to Mc. Dermott's where the music ends a little more traditional and witnessing a young quintet also very high quality. Getting back to the b & b in the pouring rain and a sky without stars that portends for tomorrow quite another typical day in County Clare. Overall I was very happy.

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Leaving Dingle and head for Tarbert where we hope to catch the ferry that will take us across the Shannon to Kilrush and saving us time and the miles needed to walk along the bay of Limerick.

The day has the most typical side time Irish mist, light rain now now stronger, wind and some sun piecemeal. We go on the ferry hoping to spot some dolphins along the way on the Shannon but have no luck.

Doolin reach as ever happened in all my travels, or wrapped in fog and rain. Doolin would not otherwise.

A meal and a pint of O'Connors and suffered a must visit to Magnetic Music Café: a truly unique place that houses both a music store (almost all traditional doc) and a cafe where you can taste the delicious homemade cakes . I do not know what he's so special this place but I assure you that once sat at a table will be very difficult to decide to go out again.

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If you happen to come to Doolin (Co. Clare), remember that in addition to the music and the perfect pint can happen to also find some excellent restaurants. My absolute favorite is the Lazy Lobster. The restaurant is EXTREMELY warm and welcoming, and despite several changes in management has maintained good quality food.

Do not miss the best dish:
The Very Lazy Lobster lobster of the day or at a reasonable price, served with butter flavored with chili, lime and spices Irish.

The restaurant is located immediately in front of pubs McDermotts. If you are familiar with the village of Doolin McDermotts the alternative is the most worthy of the O'Connors pub and is located by following signs from the intersection of tapezzato left the main road.

Bon appetit!