We had a late start out of Killarney...luckily, Dingle was not a far drive. Dingle is a peninsula on the South West coast so we were excited to see the ocean! We stopped at a beach to take pictures of these massive waves. These waves were coming in on top of each other and were gigantic-I've never seen anything like it before. We parked the van at a store/cafe to take pictures of the beach. I didn't even make it OUT of the van before I was pelted with sand in my face/eyes. My mom then had to lead my blind butt to the store while I tried to shield any bare skin from the death sand. ((If you are a fellow contact wearer, then you know how awesome sand in your eyes feel)) We all rested in the cafe and I looked through the pictures...some surfers wrestles their way to the water. They were practically crawling to shield the sand and to keep their surf board from flying away. It was hilarious! They made it, by the way.
We piled into the mini bus and continued to Dingle. Now, we've been planning to go to Dingle the entire trip. Of course we made jokes....."Can't wait to get some berries from Dingle" "Dingle hangs off of Ireland" you get the picture. We believe that postcards and t-shirts would sell like crazy if it said something like "Welcome to Dingle! Where the berries are brown and smell like shit" but what do we know? Uncle Vic, Kurt, and myself didn't get too experience Dingle too much that day. We got pretty comfortable in Murphy's Pub at lunch and remained there until after dinner...It was an interesting experience as we were sitting in the corner booth and in walks a group of people from Shelbyville/Waldron....It's a small world, after all!
Kurt had to wear my glasses to block the sand from getting in his eyes.
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