The one where Sandy had a little lamb

Thursday was our last day trip for Ireland, around the Ring of Kerry, a beautiful stretch of land through County Kerry known for its coastal awesomeness and green lands.  While we did get to enjoy the coast, we missed out on a lot of the green.  We were too early this year.  Europe is having a weird year with LOTS of precipitation and a much colder Spring than usual. Because of this, we experienced no rain on our whole trip, but there was some snow almost everyday.  The scenery was beautiful, but not the green you normally see in the pictures, just to warn you.  Before we even started the trip, we had to make our way to Killarney, collecting people at various stops and even switching buses.  Finally around 11, we began the 112 mile loop that makes up the Ring of Kerry.  

The first town we drove through was called Killorglin, known for their summer festival known as Puck Fair Festival.  It is the oldest traditional fair in Ireland.  The festival involves going up into the mountains and getting a wild mountain goat to bring in to town, put a crown on his head, and name him the King for three days.  The origins of the festival are rather interesting.  Way back when, there was a shepherd who would come into town telling tall tales (kind of like the Boy who Cried Wolf).  One day, he was out herding his sheep when he came across some men plotting to attack the town.  He knew that no one would believe him and so he riled up the wild goats, causing them to stampede into town.  The townspeople came up to the hills to figure out what was going on, learned of the plotting men, and were able to prepare the town, ultimately defeating the invaders.  And so to this day, they celebrate and thank the wild goats for helping them.  I don't know if it is true, but it is a cute story.  

Next we made our way up and around the Kerry edge of Dingle Bay.  Today it is known for its diving, which is popular because of the many shipwrecks in the area.  Dingle Bay is a treacherous area because it has so many sunken islands, and historically, it was nearly impossible to navigate it safely.  It also holds Inch Beach, a large draw for surfers.  But as pretty as it was, my favorite part is pictured to the left.  At one of the stops, there was this old man with adorable baby lambs!  It was the best.  Marissa and I talked about it, and if I could have a baby lamb, I would name it Sam because Sam the Lamb sounds good, but so does Sam the Sheep.  We also had a great time because our driver, Michael, explained how the sheep farmers of the area know which sheep belong to which farmer and also how the farmers know the mommy sheep is expecting baby lambs.  It was a little graphic, but also downright hilarious. And now I know where baby sheep come from; according to our driver it involves "an interview" between the mommy and daddy sheep, lol.

For lunch, we stopped in the coastal town of Waterville.  It was a pretty little town, known for being popular with Charlie Chaplin.  That is me and him hanging out on the beach to the right.  He wasn't feeling particularly funny on this day, but we had a good time hanging out anyways.  We stopped in a fun little pub for some sausages and chips, as well as some good warming tea.  Just to clue you in, this is the hardest day trip to talk about, not because it wasn't worth it or beautiful, but because most of what we saw was countryside, without a real name, and the pictures didn't do it justice really.  Of all of the day trips, this one I felt would be most appreciated in the later spring or summer when the countryside would really be at its best.

By this point we were wrapping back around to head back in towards Killarney, so we drove past the three lakes of Killarney and Killarney National Park.  We got out and did a little hike over to the Torc Waterfall, pictured below.  The trees were all covered in a pea green moss that was actually really mystical and beautiful.  I can only imagine how green and breath-taking this area would be with all the flowers in bloom and trees covered in lush foliage.  Looks like I am going to have to go back.  Back in Killarney, we had a bit of a wait before our bus came to pick us up, so we roamed the streets and ended up in a Candy Shop.  We caved and bought some fudge but were disappointed by its flavor and texture, sadface.  By the time we were back on the bus to Cork, I have to admit I was looking forward to coming back to Zafra.