Doolin and Westport

I’ll start with Doolin, because I don’t want to jump around too much.  I actually was able to visit Doolin twice, once when my friends Mel and Marc were visiting and once with Kevin.  Doolin is in county Clare, and this ended up being one of my favorite spots in all of Ireland.  Driving the hills around Doolin really felt like real Ireland to me, and I thought it was incredible.  

Doolin was the sight of my first B&B mixup.  I am actually shocked it didn’t happen more, considering how many B&B’s I stayed at.  The first time I went to Doolin my friends Melissa and Marc dropped me off at my B&B, went off to theirs (since we couldn’t find two rooms together anywhere that night) to get ready for dinner, and when I walked into my B&B the woman who ran it told me she had accidentally double-booked the room and would have to find me another place to stay.  I panicked at first, but she was true to her word and called a great place for me, and her husband drove me over.  It ended up being a truly great mix-up, because my new B&B was in a prime spot right next to Gus O’ Connor’s, the sweater market, and Wilde Irish Chocolates (SCORE).  It was also right up the hill from the ferry to the Aran Islands (Doolin is the only other spot besides Galway that you can reach the islands from).  When Kevin and I returned to Doolin a week or two later, we stayed there again, and it was honestly the perfect location.  Not to mention really clean, well decorated, and the breakfast was delicious.

 

The big pull to Doolin, and why it was on my list of “must-visit” places, is that it is considered the unofficial capital of traditional Irish music in Ireland.  There are several pubs in town, but the two I visited and the two most-talked about and most recommended to me were Gus O’Connor’s and McGann’s.  With Melissa and Marc, we started at Gus O’Connor’s for a drink and some starters and to take in the atmosphere.  We didn’t stay late enough for the music, instead choosing to walk down to McGann’s and listen to their trad music.  The funny thing about Doolin is that it’s sort of spread out… you almost feel like there are two “downtown” areas…. Gus O’Connor’s, the sweater market, and the little tourist shops are on one end towards the ferry, and to get to McGann’s is a slight walk back into the center of town, which is basically one long road with a bunch of side streets off of it.  We wouldn’t have minded the walk… if it hadn’t been raining… as always :)

 

We got to McGann’s and it was packed.  The host asked us if we were just eating or staying for the music as well, and when we told him the music, he asked if we minded sitting at a table with some other people.  We said of course not, and we were sat with a middle-aged father and his two twenty-something sons.  Now, I hate to judge a book by its cover, but I could tell right away that these people were not my people.  I don’t know what it was, I honestly don’t, but it was just a weird feeling that I would never normally be eating dinner with people like this.  But we were in this situation and so of course I tried to be as polite as possible, with Mel and Marc and I asking them what brought them to Ireland and how long they were staying for.  It turns out they were on a golfing holiday and were over for 5 days, and much to my complete disbelief, the sons actually COMPLAINED the entire time while talking about this golfing holiday.  I honestly was shocked at how few good things they had to say about a golfing trip to Ireland.  You almost felt bad for the father, because clearly he was paying for the whole vacation, but then you really couldn’t, because you wanted to hit him for raising such entitled children.  I mean, I had a hard time keeping my mouth shut.  At one point after finding out that I was in Ireland for 3 months, one of the sons looked at me like I was insane and said “Don’t you miss the states???”  I smiled and said “No, actually… I miss my family and friends but I love it here.”  I finally got up at one point to use the bathroom (and get away from these people) and I could hear one of the sons say to Melissa “I cannot believe your friend is here for 3 months.  Isn’t she miserable?  I have no idea how I would survive that.”  As if we were surviving a natural disaster in a 3rd world country or a concentration camp.  It actually took all of my effort not to turn around and say something to that comment, but I decided people like that just aren’t worth it and I kept walking towards the bathroom.

 

I’m not sure why I’m telling that story.  It’s not a happy one and it’s not a favorite memory of Ireland…. But it seemed important.  Because at that moment, I wanted to take back every sarcastic thing I have ever said as a joke.  I wanted to take back every time I’ve been self-deprecating, every time I’ve made myself out to be miserable, every time my own parents probably wanted to hit me for complaining.  Mom and Dad, I am SORRY!  I promise if you take ne on a golfing holiday to Ireland, I will not complain.  I also won't golf, but I promise, I will NOT COMPLAIN :)

 

The music at McGann's was great and we stayed for the whole set.  As the bar was clearing out, I asked the bartender to call me a taxi, and once again I ended up with a lift home from the bar manager.  I think it made Mel a little bit nervous, as she asked me to Facebook her as soon as I got back to my B&B to let her know I was safe lol, but at this point I was old hat at this routine and I happily chatted with him on the way back to my B&B.  It is truly amazing to me that when taxis are "off season", the managers will give you lifts home.  I sort of laughed when I got in the car, as he had two child seats in the back and there were Cheetos (or the Irish version of them) all over the car.

 

Here are some photos from Doolin!

 

 

These were taken down by the Doolin ferry landing...

 

Hehe...

My first day at the Cliffs of Moher was windy, rainy and foggy... the Irish weather trifecta!

 

I mean, really... another day where I had to literally hold my hair down for any photos...

These were taken on my second Cliffs of Moher visit, with Mel and Marc in early May...

 

 

 

 

 

I took these pictures of a harp player in front of the Cliffs about 2 seconds before I wiped out right in front of her.  Seriously... thousands of people around, beautiful, dry day.... and I went flying on my butt.  It was sort of comical.  And by sort of I mean completely.

The Burren!  My 4th national park visit...

 

 

This was on a beach overlook in Lehinch, a place I ended up coming back to with Kevin a few nights later to see a band we had heard about...

My second trip into the Burren, with Kevin...

Who then dragged me to the Father Ted house :)  Father Ted is HUGE in Ireland and Kevin had always wanted to check out the real Father Ted house, so we stopped there for a couple photos.

 

The same day we visited the Cliffs of Moher, Kevin and I headed to Bunratty Castle and Folk Park.  I may have mentioned this before, but I had a few stops I wanted to make that were sort of retracing the route my stepmom and dad went on their honeymoon 20 years ago.  Bunratty was one of their stops, and it is definitely worth a visit.  We took the castle tour, but I honestly had more fun out around the folk park.  It's really well done and well maintained and really feels like a time travel trip.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ok, so Moneygall is in county Offaly and not County Clare, but one day while in county Clare, Kevin and I didn't really have a plan.  He asked what I wanted to do, if there was anything I wanted to see that we hadn't already visited, and somehow Moneygall came to mind.  Such a good sport, that Kevin, because we jumped in the car and he drove me the two hours to Moneygall so that I could see where Barack Obama had done his state visit in 2011.

 

Ollie himself is in the middle of this collage, and he had some great stories to tell about the state visit, teaching Michelle Obama how to pull a pint, and about him and his family's subsequent trip to the White House for dinner.  I bought some souvenirs for my father, and he even threw in a couple of freebies for me.  I could have talked to him all day!

Just a few doors down from Ollie's bar...

We also passed through Lisdoonvarna, which is a place I've wanted to go for years.  But I was a few months early :)  The big pull to Lisdoonvarna is their yearly matchmaking festival, which has been happening in this small village every September for years and years.  There's only one real matchmaker left, but the festival is famous because it goes the entire month of September and features events and dances every day starting at noon.  Kevin had been and told me "it was a bit of craic"... I think it would be so fun!  If I'm still single at 35, I'm quitting my job and heading there for the entire month of September.  Mark my words :)

I honestly wish I could remember the name of the town these pictures are from.  It was on our way to Lehinch and we were sort of deciding as we went where we would stay for the night.  We had passed through this town the day before and I thought it was sort of cute, so I thought maybe we would stay here.  As we passed through it again, we realized there was some sort of horse and donkey auction put on by travelers.  I didn't really understand, but Kevin explained to me that travelers will sell horses and donkeys without the proper papers at things like this.  We decided not to stay here and drove on to Lehinch... but it was interesting to pass through :)

I think Lehinch was a much better choice, don't you? :)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And this is the band we had come to see.  They were from California and they were going across Ireland for a couple weeks.  Loved them, and we got to hang out with a few friends we had met in another town who told us about these guys.  Great night!

 

After spending Memorial Day weekend back on the Aran Islands, we headed up to Westport, which is north of Galway on the west coast.  Let me just say this: I LOVED WESTPORT.  I thought it was absolutely adorable, and just like Killarney, I could see why people called it touristy.  But here’s the thing about being a touristy spot: it means you’re doing something right.  Obviously, if Killarney and Westport were dirty, unsafe towns, tourists would spread the word and no one would visit there.  But when you’ve got an adorable and clean town, with good restaurants, good pubs, fun people, and GREAT music… well, the secret’s going to get out, and people are going to flock there.  I really enjoyed my time there… the craic was mighty, as they say :)

 

We spent two nights in Westport and by this time in my trip, the weather was getting much better (THANK GOD).  It was nice to wear light shirts and cardigans instead of my heavy rain jacket the whole time.  I actually let the great weather cloud my judgment when it was suggested that we hike Croagh Patrick, a HUGE mountain in Westport that I would normally be too lazy to DRIVE up, let alone hike.  But nooooooo, he hit me at a weak moment when we were outside enjoying the sunshine, and it suddenly sounded like a great idea.  “Hike Croagh Patrick?  Sounds awesome Kevin, let’s go!”  Oh how foolish I can be sometimes….

 

A few hours later, I was halfway up a mountain, begging for mercy.  Seriously, if a giant hawk had swooped down and carried me off in its talons, I would have been COMPLETELY fine with it.  Croagh Patrick is not a mountain… it is the devil disguised as a mountain.  It is INSANE.  It is the steepest hike I have ever done in my life.  And I’m pretty positive Kevin seriously regretted suggesting it, and perhaps even had thoughts of shoving me off the side as I was complaining.  I wouldn’t have blamed him.  I was literally on my hands and knees at the end, crawling towards the top… but here’s the thing…

 

The summit?  Yup…. It makes it all worthwhile.  I forgot how many islands Kevin said we could see from the top, but it was incredible.  Just ocean and islands and mountains for as far as you could see.  And there was a chapel at the top as well.  I would have preferred a McDonald’s, but hey, what can ya do?  The chapel was much prettier anyways :) We rested at the top and just spent some time taking in the view, and I have to admit that despite all my complaining, I was so glad I had done it.

 

We stayed in a great B&B called the The Woodside Lodge, and though I would recommend it for great accommodations and great breakfast, it was a bit far out and so we took cabs back every night.  Regardless, we really got to enjoy the nightlife in Westport.  We actually made it a point to head to Matt Molloy’s the first night, as I had heard it was a great bar with good trad music, and pretty any postcard you buy in Ireland that shows the fronts of pubs has Matt Molloy’s on it.  Not to mention that it’s owned by a member of The Chieftains.  I figured it would be a great spot.

 

Now, I seriously hate to knock anything in Ireland, because I loved it so much, but really, I did NOT get the big deal about Matt Molloy’s.  At all.  The main problem, I found, was that the bar is divided into 3 rooms… the actual bar is in the front room, so we sat at the bar and ordered a drink while we waited for the music to start.  We sat talking for awhile and then I thought I heard music playing VERY faintly.  At first, we thought it was the radio.  I finally got up to investigate and found the musicians playing trad in the PACKED third room of the bar… literally, you couldn’t even walk in there or stand in the doorway…. And they weren’t playing loudly enough for even the next room over to hear, so being at a spot at the actual bar was totally fruitless.  We finally gave up and decided to go next door to the Portherhouse, and we LOVED THIS BAR.  It’s one cozy room, with the musicians playing right up front, and we were able to get a seat in good view of the music.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Westport House...

Gahhhhh!!!!! Croagh Patrick, you evil temptress you...

Downtown Westport...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Next up:  Sligo and Donegal!

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Happy St. Patrick's Day everyone!  I can't believe one year ago today, I was in Dublin with two great friends celebrating with thousands of other green-clad revelers.  That was the first week of my 3 month Ireland trip; I was scared, excited, and couldn't wait to get out of Dublin and see the beautiful country I had waited so long to visit.  I still have plenty of photos coming your way, and very soon, I will have the gallery done that you can order prints from!  For now, a collage of Ireland goodness for you.  Have a great St. Paddy's Day everyone!  

Galway

If anyone has ever been a fan of Carlsberg beer, you have probably heard their slogan… “probably the best beer in the world.”  I saw a lot of Carlsberg when I was in Ireland… and by saw, I clearly mean drank.  One day when I was walking around Galway, I saw a sweatshirt in the window of a souvenir store that caught my eye.  It was the same font as the Carlsberg logo, and it said “Galway: Probably the best city in Ireland.”  After visiting most of the major cities in Ireland (I’ll admit, I missed Limerick)… I would say I definitely agree.  I loved Galway, and I’m excited to blog about it and share some of my Galway stories.  

So I’ll admit, I didn’t spend as long in Galway as originally planned.  If you read my Aran Islands post, you’ll know that I had gone to Galway for a night ahead of my stay there to drop off my bag.  Without going into too much detail, I could tell that it wasn’t going to be a great living situation for those 3 weeks that I was supposed to be there, and I had gone to the Aran Islands to clear my head and figure out a plan.  Of course, plans changed drastically there, but since Kevin was from outside Galway and still has a house there, I still did spend a bit of time there.  And with my friends Melissa and Marc visiting, we spent a couple nights in Galway as well.  It is, hands down, a great Irish city… in my opinion, the best :)

 

I spent my first week in Galway in Salthill, an outlier of the city that’s on the road out to Ros A Mhil, where you can get the ferry to the Aran Islands.  Salthill reminded me a lot of Atlantic City… or how Atlantic City will be in 50 years maybe.  On a much smaller scale, of course… but it is right on the shore and has old fashioned casinos that face out onto the water.  No boardwalk, but there is a long promenade on the water that stretches from Galway center all the way through Salthill.  Have you ever heard the song Galway Girl?  Or played it 60 times on repeat like my friends and I do on St. Paddy’s? ;-)  That’s the Salthill Prom the singer is talking about… and I’m happy to say I walked the whole thing quite a few times while I was there!  Salthill was really beautiful and it was nice to be on the water all the time.  We also walked the prom and then the main road all the way out to Silver Strand Beach, where we hiked up this gorgeous hill that just had tall grasses all around us and gave us a great panoramic of Galway on one side of the water and Doolin on the other.  Very peaceful.

 

When I was in Cork, a photographer friend I had made had put me in touch with a friend of his in Galway.  She was another photographer from the states… NY, actually…. But has been living outside of Galway for about 15 years.  We hit it off and she was nice enough to have me for a sleepover on her sheep farm.  Yes, before you ask- I WAS IN HEAVEN.  Sheep everywhere.  I was obsessed and didn’t want to leave… also, her husband and daughter were incredibly welcoming to me and it was nice to be around a tight-knit family when I was missing my own.  She was also gracious enough to organize a photographer night out for me on another night, and I had a blast.  We hit up a couple of bars in Galway and then made our way to a silent disco.  I loved seeing the name of the bar as we walked up… Roisin Dubh.   Aka Black Rose.  My favorite bar in Boston.  It all comes full circle, friends :)

 

Anyways, it was my first experience attending a silent disco and I had no idea what to expect, but I’ll say that it was absolutely hilarious.  Basically, for 5 euro you get a pair of headphones and a voucher for a free shot at the bar (which, of course, was terrible), and you have two deejays playing two different songs, with the music videos playing behind them on big screens.  The songs are usually much different tempo, so I guess the point is that you are singing and dancing like a fool to one song while your friends might be singing and dancing like a fool to another.  Or I don’t know if that’s the POINT, but it’s certainly what happens haha.  It’s not something I would do every weekend, but it’s a great memory I have of Galway.

 

Galway has a lot of great bars and restaurants, and many of them are located along the cobblestone streets of the Medieval Quarter.  It’s nice to walk around this part of town and listen to the different buskers performing on a nice day.  I actually stumbled across a group of buskers who were probably the best I heard the entire trip, called the Atlantic Pirates.  They were incredible and I included a picture of them below.

 

Kevin and I went to an amazing restaurant in Galway called The Malt House, and it might have been one of my best meals in Ireland.  The chocolate torte for dessert was pretty much to die for and I am gaining weight just thinking about it.  When my friends Melissa and Marc visited, we ate at a great Italian restaurant next to The Quays called Il Folletto, which I remember had an incredible selection of wine.  The Quays is a great bar and not to be missed while visiting Galway, if only for the ambiance inside.  The arches and stained glass and pews make you feel like you are drinking in a medieval church .  We also went to an amazing seafood restaurant outside of Galway called Morans on the Weir, on the recommendation of a friend who had just visited Ireland.  This place was perfection and I would definitely visit again.  The seafood was yummy and fresh, and the cottage is off the beaten path, overlooking the water.  We really enjoyed it there.

 

Tis Coilis and Neachtans were two other bars that I really enjoyed in Galway.  My friend Suzanna had just been to Galway a few months earlier to photograph a wedding, and she had become friends with bartenders in Tis Coilis who she directed me to stop in and say hi to.  I did, with Melissa, and they were the nicest guys you’d ever met.  Shane pointed out where Suzanna had signed a dollar and taped it to the bar (a tradition that just like in the states,  you’ll notice all over Ireland) and he told me how they had made everyone in the bar believe that Suzanna was a very famous world-wide celebrity photographer and that her signature would be worth a lot someday (a point I’m not disputing since she does kick ass lol).  I signed a dollar and taped it up right next to Suz’s.  It felt good to feel connected to home, even so far away.  Tis Coilis has great live music and a great atmosphere, and I definitely miss this pub and wish I could transport it to where I live now :)

 

Neachtans is a bright blue bar right in the middle of Quay Street that you would have to be blind to miss.  I went there a few times and really liked the old-pub feel of the place.  The first time I went was during the week and so it was quieter and we were able to get seats, but when I went back the 2nd time with Kevin, Marc and Melissa, it was very crowded and we had to stand uncomfortably.  So I would definitely recommend checking this place out, but it’s much better on a quieter night because there’s not a ton of space to move around when it’s crowded.

 

My friend’s cousin (who I have known for years since I used to work for her parents) has been studying in Galway for years, so Kevin and I met up with her and her boyfriend at The Salthouse one night .  This was sort of a hipster bar with a great beer menu.  We got seats by the front window and were chatting between the 4 of us when a guy came in and started hitting on me.  It was odd because we were clearly on a “double date”, and yet he didn’t seem to notice Kevin at all.  He was practically asking me out in front of him, telling me great places we could go in Galway together.  Finally I turned to Kevin and said “What do you think, that place sounds fun, should we go there?”  The guy looked shocked and asked “Are ye courting?”  Trying out my acquired Irish slang, I said “No!  We’re shifting.”  It got a laugh out of everyone and the guy finally moved on and left us alone with our pints.

 

Also not to be missed is a stop into Thomas Dillon’s on Quay Street.  Thomas Dillons is the original claddagh ring designer, and so of course I had to get a ring there.  I don’t think I’ll ever forget walking into the little shop with Kevin with me, who promptly clapped his hands together and asked the adorable old ladies behind the counter where we could find the engagement rings.  I turned ten shades of red while the little ladies behind the desk lit up with excitement, asking if we were really engaged.  Little did they know we had only been dating for a month.  But they were good craic and we had a blast chatting with them.  Thomas Dillons is a great place to buy a special piece of jewelry to commemorate your Ireland trip, and there’s even a tiny claddagh museum in the back of the shop where you can see some original designs and learn about the history of the claddagh.

 

The Galway City Museum will give you a rich history of the city and a place to escape the rain for the afternoon.  You can also visit the Galway Cathedral, which is right over the bridge of the River Corrib and very beautiful, although there was a service going on when I visited and so I couldn’t spend much time inside it.  If it’s not raining (ya know, that one day a year haha) Eyre Square is the place to be, relaxing on the grass with a picnic.  Or you could be daring and jump off the Blackrock diving board in Salthill into Galway Bay… the tide was never in enough for me to do it, or I would have, promise!  I regret not getting a good picture of this while I was in Galway, but quite honestly, I never got a really good weather day while I was there.  No good sunsets, no dramatic skies… sort of just gray all the time.  And WINDY!  I remember walking back to my place in Salthill the first week I was in Galway and literally leaning into the wind.  I mean, LEANING into it.  The wind was literally holding me up, and if it had suddenly stopped I would have fallen flat on my face.  But of course, that didn’t happen, and it was one of the craziest walks I have ever taken.  I couldn’t wait to get back to the house!

 

Here are some photos from my time in Galway.

 

 

 

These are all around Eyre Square...

 

 

 

 

This is the area known as Claddagh, which is on the way out of the city towards Salthill.  There's a little boat basin where you can feed the swans and lots of benches to sit out by the water...

 

 

 

 

Salthill and Salthill Prom...

 

 

Back in the city centre...

 

 

 

 

Inside Tis Coili...

 

 

 

Mel, Marc and I out to dinner in Galway...

 

 

Some more Galway musicians...

 

 

These are the buskers I was talking about, the Atlantic Pirates.  They are AMAZING.  Seriously, some of the best I heard in 3 months in Ireland.  Their videos on YouTube don't even do them justice, but here's one I picked because it was filmed in the same spot I saw them playing :)  Farewell to Carlingford...

 

 

 

 

 

The Galway Cathedral...

 

 

 

I haven't been posting any B&B photos, but our B&B in Galway is worth mentioning because I was obsessed.  Kevin didn't get what I was so smitten with, but it was so eclectic and modern that upon arriving, you could immediately tell that it was run by artists.  And I was right, and they were the cutest couple ever... young and hip and awesome... I just loved the two nights I got to stay at this place!

 

 

This little cottage and beach are out in Spiddal, which is also on the road on the way to the ferry to the Aran Islands...

 

 

 

Our lunch at Morans... HIGHLY RECOMMEND this restaurant if you are passing near Galway!  If I remember correctly it's about a half hour outside the city, in Kilcolgan...

 

 

This is another little town I passed through on the way to Galway called Adare.... I was OBSESSED with this town!  It was adorable and there seemed to be a lot of cute shops and restaurants.  I will admit I didn't get to investigate too much because as you can see, the skies were pretty bad and they literally opened up ferociously on me while I walked through town, but I managed to get a few pics of the cuteness...

 

 

 

So another thing I tried to do on this trip was retrace some of my dad and stepmoms footsteps, who came to Ireland on their honeymoon 20 years ago.  My stepmom had saved some brochures and receipts of places they had gone, and there were a couple of photos I re-enacted at the same places for fun... the photo of me at Doyle's in Dingle, for example, was the same photo/ stance as a picture my stepmom took of my dad 20 years ago.  So when I was plotting out my trip, I made sure to include some stops they made on my itinerary.  This was one of them; the Dunguaire Castle in Kinvara.  I stopped there on my way to Galway and not only was it a crap weather day (shocker!) but it was closed.  Wah wah.  But I walked around the outside of the castle, and of course took a selfie there to show my dad and stepmom :)

 

 

 

Downtown Kinvara...

 

 

So as I had mentioned, I was lucky enough to meet some awesome photographers, and one of them invited me out to her farm for an overnight.  On the way from Galway to where she lived we stopped to see her horse (who isn't pictured) and we roamed around the pasture a bit.  She caught some snaps of me and my new horse friends...

 

 

 

These were actually on Melissa's farm... and apparently I'm trying to high five a cow in one of these... casual...

 

 

 

I'll never forget, as we were walking into the barn, Melissa's 10-year-old daughter, Lilly, was walking with me and telling me about the farm.  I saw a dead baby lamb resting on a slab outside the barn and I almost lost it and said something like "Oh god, oh no..."  and Lilly saw what I was looking at.  She looked at me with more wisdom and grace than I had when I was 10 (and probably more than I have now) and said "Yes, it's very sad.  Sometimes it happens on a farm like this.  They don't always make it through the rough weather.  But unfortunately death is a part of life... sometimes the hardest part."  It was so sweet, so smart, and so eloquently put, I wanted to hug her.  She completely restored my faith in Irish children, who up until that point weren't winning any major brownie points with me lol.

 

I'll end with my favorite set, which would CLEARLY be me bottle feeding sheep.  Oh god, I die.  This was epic.

 

 

Next up, two of my favorite places in all of Ireland... Doolin and Westport!

 

 

 

Mel and Marc

In early May, my friend Melissa and her husband Marc headed over to Ireland to visit me!  You know you're on a long vacation when you're lucky enough to be in a place long enough for people to "visit" you :)  I was thrilled to see them because I had really been missing friends and family from home... when I met someone, it really helped alleviate that, and to be honest I didn't miss home half as much, but there were still days when I really wished I had my own friends around to drink with or laugh with and catch up on life with.  It was awesome to have Mel and Marc come over because I got to see the Ring of Kerry again and show them a few of my favorite things about Ireland, and I also got to see new things with them and do their anniversary photos!  They are celebrating 5 years of marriage this summer, and Mel asked me if I wouldn't mind taking a few photos of them while they were visiting.  I met them in Killarney, we stayed in Kenmare for two nights, then Doolin for a night, and rounded out their week in Galway.  I decided to take them back to Cong for their session, because it's not too far from Galway and I thought it was a cute little village.  Here are some of my favorites... happy anniversary Mel and Marc!!!  Love you guys!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Next up- Galway!  My absolute favorite city in Ireland :)