Right after our motorcycle tour of Italy, we slept in our bed in Bergamo for all of six hours before promptly hopping on a plane to IRELAND for my dear friend Beth's wedding. We arrived a day earlier and upon the advice of many Irish expats here in Bergamo, we set up shop in Westport, a small and picturesque town on the west coast (photos in upcoming posts). The day was perfect, a rarity in Ireland which sees so much rain to keep it's moniker as The Emerald Isle. The owner of our bed and breakfast didn't just recommend we drive the Wild Atlantic Way (http://www.wildatlanticway.com/home/), she literally TOLD us to go by shoving a map in our hands and the imagery in our heads. Conveniently, we were also given the name of 'the best seafood' joint in Ireland in case we got hungry on our drive. So that was that, we headed out in the car (Massi driving on the left hand side of the road) and prepared for the wow factor. And....WOW is the only way to describe it. The blue skies, the crashing Atlantic Ocean, the dramatic cliffs and emerald everywhere. It's truly a sight to be seen at least once in a lifetime. I stood on a cliff, on many cliffs, wind whipping through my hair, thinking to myself- This is Ireland. Our lunch break was memorable as well because it's where we inaugurated the start of our trip with our first pint of Irish beer- Guinness for Massi, Smithwick's for yours truly. After a splendid morning driving the narrow roads of the coast, we hunkered down for Atlantic crab legs dipped in butter, seafood chowder, and a topped it off with a slice of warm apple pie. You know me, I can never resist anything edible and I feel like Ireland is the perfect place to get your fix of fish and chips, seafood, beer, and "Irish Breakfast" which has become my new favorite despite having no idea what white and black pudding really are...I should probably Google that soon.
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