…in which we head back to Dublin to wrap it all up.
Well, sadly, this is it. Our last night in Ireland; we head back to Montreal tomorrow.
This morning we woke up in quiet little Doolin, had a great breakfast and chatted with our hosts, Jimmy and Loraine, then packed up and headed to Sutton, just north of Dublin.
We take the twisting, winding, narrow N67, join up with N18, and eventually on to the M6, the main highway heading east towards Dublin. It’s a rainy, foggy morning; Jimmy tells me, “NOW is the time to go take pictures, show the folks back home what Ireland really looks like!” It does have its charm, and gives the landscape that mystical atmosphere. Stone walls disappearing into the myst.
It’s a 3-hour drive, and we finally make it to our rental place around 3PM. We are literally about a 1 minute walk from Sutton station, and so we head there right away to get the train to take us into downtown Dublin.
I am a man on a mission: I want to get to a store called Peterson of Dublin before they close. They are world-famous pipe-makers; all of their pipes are handmade right here in Ireland and exported all over the world.
I walk into the most amazing store of its kind ever! I am like a kid in a candy store!
The walls are covered with pipes, multiple layers of displays! All styles, finishes, and bowl sizes. I was hoping to get 1, maybe 2 pipes, depending on the prices; to my great joy, they are much less expensive than I thought and end up walking out with 3 beautiful new pipes! I can’t wait to break them in!
We finish up at Peterson and stroll the streets around the area; there are plenty of pedestrian streets, with rows of shops. Claire buys a couple of souvenirs for friends and family.
It’s getting close to 6PM; we decide to eat something – one more pub! – and then take the train back to our rental.
And that’s it. It’s been an absolutely amazing week – Ireland is everything I had imagined and more. The landscapes, the friendly people, the Guinness, the pubs, the food, the Guinness, the whiskies, the tiny little roads, the whiskies, the cliffs, the Guinness, etc!
We are definitely not saying “Goodbye”; we will say “Until next time” when we board the plane, tomorrow.
In the meantime, I’ll finish up with this beautiful Irish blessing that we’ve come across everywhere. Thanks for reading about our adventures!
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.