It’s amazing how quickly, when you have a routine to adhere to, you settle into a new country. You pick your haunts: your local pub, your favourite restaurants, the cafe you go to when you’d like to spend the day reading, the bars you frequent… and unless you’re invited you’ll find you rarely stray away from them. It’s the same everywhere. Would you believe I lived in Malta for 24 years and never visited any of the megalithic temples?
Sad but true. You can laugh at tourists all you want, brandishing their maps and cameras, but the truth is they often see more of a place than the locals do. And so, when friends come to visit me in Dublin, I like to pretend I’m a tourist too, re-exploring this beautiful country.
Also sad is the fact that despite having been here for over seven months, I’ve barely been outside Dublin. I still haven’t seen Galway or Cork or Tipperary or Waterford or all the other lovely places I’d like to go. When my friend Vee came to visit a couple of weeks ago and suggested we take a tour of the Wicklow Mountains, Glendalough and Kilkenny, my obvious response was yes.
It was a long tour, from 9 a.m. until 6 p.m., but absolutely worth it. This is the actual tour we went on. If you’re ever in Dublin and fancy seeing some beautiful scenery, I’d definitely recommend this tour.
I could write for ages about how beautiful it all was, how sacred some of it felt, how overwhelmingly green; but I think I’d best show you. These are photos from Glendalough and Wicklow: