For the Sunday leg of our Dublin trip, we knew that the town would mostly be shut down for religious and rest purposes... especially because it was the day before St. Patrick's Day. Ergo, we escaped the city for the bright, beautiful countryside by way of a day trip to the famous Cliffs of Moher.
Apparently, 450 other tourists had the same idea.
The day trip takes about 13 hours total. There was an insane amount of driving, although if you really break it down to the fact that you drive the width of a whole country and back in that amount of time, it's really nothing. I can barely get out of Texas in 13 hours.
There were a handful of random stops - one at Limerick to see the castle where Cromwell laid siege on the Jacobites. There was one at the tiny, adorable town of Doolin where we had a truly delicious pub lunch. We saw the "mini Cliffs of Moher." We stopped at a couple of graveyards - I won't say it was a little creepy, but... it was a little creepy.
The true showstopper of the entire day was the actual Cliffs of Moher. Vast, humongous, and so, so stunning - seeing the cliffs for the first time was one of those moments that literally take your breath away. We were treated to blue, cloudy skies at first, which painted the prettiest picture above the brilliantly green cliffs. On our walk back to the bus, the skies turned gray and misty and foggy... it was akin to walking in the clouds, a little bit like a lucid dream.