This moment concludes our last day in Ireland. The sun has just set, we're warm and cozy back at the cottage, and we adventured THOROUGHLY to the Cliffs of Moher this morning.
It was shifting between mist and rain, and we didn't have clothing that was warm enough, but we caught the bus for a 1 hour trip down the coast where we jumped off and hiked about a half mile down the coastal trail to THIS SPOT...😭🙌🏻✨ Can't.
We hopped the safety fence cause a bunch of other tourists were doing it, and if you have an issue with heights I do NOT recommend this (to be perfectly honest, I wouldn't do it again), but there were a few precious seconds on that tuft of grass where I forgot how high I was and lost my breath to that view. I've never experienced something like it in my life. I came close in Zion, but there's something about the ocean...up against those cliffs, in IRELAND. And somehow, amidst all that awestruck wonder, a very real part of me just wanted to stand up and scream "THE CLIFFS OF INSANITY!!!!!!!" Not just a real part, the majority part. That's actually *probably* what I was thinking when Rose took this pic. 👋🏻
Guys, I'm sold. I WILL be coming back to Ireland. (@natebedingfield
wanna? ☺️) Completely in love! 💛🌾🇮🇪 #whyweadventure #cliffsofmoher
📷 by @rosereidd