Traveling is like a wedding, it can be fun and exciting, but it might rain too. A word of advice is to not get ones heart so set on certain famous landmarks. Staying in Moscow, Russia four years ago, the only thing I knew much about was St. Basil’s Cathedral. Most folks know of it, the iconic colorful church in Red Square. We weren’t taken to that church for almost three weeks. I spent so much time worrying about trying to find a time to go see it on my own that there was probably a lot missed in the process.
Recently, when traveling to Ireland, I had this ridiculous elaborate plan to stop one day in each special place which I’d dreamt of for so long. We had a week…so that was a bad plan. So, there are the famous Cliff’s of Moher, there are numerous ancient Celtic ruins, and the awe inspiring Giant’s Causeway to the north. This didn’t even begin to touch on all that most people travel to Ireland to see; it was just my personal plan.
I didn’t see any of it. Upon inspecting the train system on our second day in Dublin, we quickly realized that there wouldn’t be enough time to go to each location we had in mind. So we planned to leave Dublin and head towards our predetermined departure location, Shannon Airport. This, we presumed, would allow us to see the Cliff’s of Moher, to stay in Dingle, a famous seaport relatively close to the Cliffs, and maybe visit Galway before we left. Our train left Dublin at 11am on our third day and we made it to the closest town near Dingle at around 3pm. The next bus to Dingle left at four. Our hour long bus ride into the vast countryside was convincing enough. We would enjoy ourselves more in one location than spending so much time to get to each new site. We also settled on Dingle because it satisfied several other personal “must see” requirements. An Daingaen is a Gaeltacht – a region where Gaelic is spoken frequently and preferred. It is also known for its live pub music scene, and is a harbour fishing town.
The first night still allowed me the time to grab a bite and take in the season’s last amazing performance of live pub music. Then the wonderful beauty of travel took shape. Something occurred that was far better than our original plan. Apparently, the Dingle Peninsula was once named “the most beautiful place on earth” by National Geographic. What!? I can’t really describe how excited I was as a photographer to learn that information. Cliffs, beaches, and rolling hills covered in farm houses and pastures of sheep as far as the eye can see. This was, however, a journey outside of town in which one was supposed to rent a car or take a bus tour around the iconic peninsula. We had neither option, no car and running low on funds. As luck would have it though, I met the kindest couple from Connecticut who decided to let us join them on their self driven tour. In return, they were compensated with complete coverage of their journey.
So whether it is your wedding day or that big trip to the Emerald Isle that you’ve planned your whole life, go with the flow. God is there on your wedding day and definitely in Ireland.