Ireland

The memory of the memorable dinner at Paddyfrog is still very much alive when we wake up early ready for breakfast. Descend the stairs leading to the ground floor of this wonderful b & b and ask for our daily dose of pancakes.

The cloudy sky is gray but are moving quickly and let us hope for an imminent lightened timely that not long in coming. We continue our trip and we head for Dingle. We meet an immense bog bordered by an impenetrable forest. Convinced that certainly is the abode of some fairy, we park and we go through the trees. The play of light that filters through the leafy barely covered with moss is amazing. We walk on what seems an immense soft and furry animals. Our footsteps make no sound completely absorbed by the silence of the forest. The atmosphere is worthy of a fantasy saga and reluctantly take up the road.

About twenty miles before Dingle is the beach of Inch (so called because it looks like a big toe of sand and dunes that stretches into the ocean). The sun is high in the sky and the wind starts whipping it's time to prepare the kite. The gusts of wind, I allow some evolution and, I confess, I enjoy as a child. The feeling of having all that wind in your hands is intoxicating.

We allow ourselves a break at the beach cafes, where a showcase full of all sorts of sweet wins easily our resistance. From the window of the coffee you can enjoy a magnificent view of the beach and once again I feel invaded, drenched, permeated of Ireland. Ireland did not you tell it with words or pictures. The Ireland must feel with its icy wind, the smell of burning peat, the clinking of glasses and the smile of an old man who seems to have a thousand and one stories to tell.

We resumed our march, and enjoy the unhurried way down the coast last show before reaching the peninsula of Kerry and Dingle Connor Pass Road where it will stay for the night.

Blue sky in the morning we awake from a restful sleep. We eat breakfast in bed and breakfast including delicious pancakes drenched in maple syrup topped with bananas and strawberries. The beautiful day immediately puts us in a good mood and there we journeyed to the southwest.

I drive to Kenmare where we stop to stretch your legs. The center of Kenmare is terribly quaint and immerses the visitor in the lively and colorful atmosphere of the typical Irish villages. Every shop, pub or restaurant seems to be competing with others to get noticed and ultimately the effect is magically perfect a set of chromatic harmonies.

Go on the road that follows the coast south of Kerry Sneem and stop to visit a nearby beach hidden rightly stated "White Sdrand". The white sandy beach overlooking the sea, embraced by a rugged and slippery rocks. The show is indescribable. There's just us and a couple of seagulls. The sun is warm and the wind slaps my face nicely. I feel really at peace with the world.

We resumed our journey and we decide to have lunch on the beach between Liss and Glanberg (on N70) where there is' a little place which overlooks the sea. An excellent fish and chips and a stroll on the beautiful beach. To my surprise I notice a couple of local customers who surf the Internet with their laptops. I ran to get my car and within seconds they are networked by one of the most remote beaches in Ireland. For an instant contact with the computer takes me back to reality and reminds me of the commitment, work and Italy. Another sip of stout and memories fade away. It 'like crazy in this place you can really lose (in the figurative sense of the word) and phase out all contact with reality.

Continue along the road to Waterville as the sun and the blue of the sky as they leave room for some rain clouds. We prepare the daily Irish rain.