After a relaxing morning exploring the Dingle Peninsula, Chin and I headed up to Galway in search of the Cliffs of Moher. Fatty Lumpkin took us straight to a ferry dock to take a car ferry across the bay to the cliffs. Literally, like I think she would have taken us straight into the ocean if we had let her.
The cliffs were absolutely incredible. I couldn't believe that there was a place so beautiful on this earth, and that we were there experiencing it. You could walk along the cliffs all the way down to the edge of the farthest cliff in view. We made it pretty far, but then realized we were starving and eventually turned around to walk back to get lunch in town.
Between the sunshine and the fact that we were standing on this monstrous edge overlooking the ocean, I was in heaven. There's something so relaxing about hearing waves crashing into these huge cliffs, with the salty sea air surrounding you.
If you look closely, you can see the rock where Dumbledore and Harry apparate to in the 6th Harry Potter movie (when they're trying to destroy the first horcrux, if you know what I'm referring to, fellow HP freaks). Chin was pretty excited about it, and kept saying things like, "How did they get up on that rock?! How did they film it?!" Really the important questions in life right there.
Pictures can't do it justice.
I want to go back. Of all the days on our trip, this one pretty much tops it for me.