So I made the best of Dublin for a few days and then set off. Sometimes you just have to escape and get lost by driving, hiking, or whatever, to find the true spirit of a destination. I rented a car and drove south out of Dublin, and within minutes of the last city building, I began to find the lush beauty that I craved from Ireland. Yellow flora against rolling green hills, and loads of sheep that littered the streets around various sharp turns upon skinny haphazard country roads.
I was searching for emeralds, but I found something even better, I found diamonds. I drove and drove for a week, touring the countryside and staying in tiny little villages. Some of which seemed to have been free of a single tourist for months. I stayed in family-owned inns, shopped in boutique stores, and drank with farmers and sheep-herders. It was a brilliant time that I will never forget, and I look forward to experiencing again sometime. It’s important to not only step off the beaten path, but to run full-force in any whimsical direction, here and there, and every which way. It’s okay to get lost while traveling – that’s sort of the point; let yourself go and be guided, and molded, along the way. I hope you will remember this the next time your travels feel a bit stale – it’s likely that only a few turns or a few miles away there’s something waiting for you, that’s better than you had imagined.