Another weekend meant another drive to Donegal. Although an unpleasent panic attack set in during the journey up, I shook off the ripples of anxiety that always follow, and got on with my weekend.
On Christmas morning I opened a letter from Eoghan saying we were going glamping in Killarney. I have literally been been plaguing him ever since, “when are we going to Killarney?”. Last weekend, it was finally time. Although I waited over half a year, it was so worth the wait.
I’ve set myself a little road trip challenge: To visit all of Ireland’s National Parks! I’ve realised, I’m starting to run out of things to do in Ireland. I took it upon myself to see as much of this Island as I could, given that I love to travel, but am ridiculously afraid of flying.
Ireland is two weeks into a heatwave. Hadn’t seen Eoghan in a couple of weeks, so with him coming for a visit, we wanted to make the most of the good weather. We went to Glendalough. We’d been before but it was overcast and cool, so we wanted to experience it in the sun. It was packed. The temperature was soaring but I think it was a good call, walking through the woods, you’re in and out of the shade so you don’t roast!
This time last year I was home from the best trip. Eoghan and I packed his focus and left Longford, with seven days to get to Brighton and back. There was one goal, see as much as we could along the way.