Our last stop on our trip was to the Blarney Stone and we were all looking forward to seeing it. However, none of us really understood what it was meant for – we just liked to walk around saying it in an Irish accent. We thought it was just going to be a giant boulder in the middle of a field or something. Ignorant Americans, yet again. Turns out it was a whole Castle and gorgeous grounds. I am so glad that we ended our trip there because it was one of my favorite places that we came across in our travels.
Once you walk through the gate and such, one of the first things you come across is this little waterfall and tons and tons of trees, plants and flowers. Then, as you make your way to a clearing, you see this giant castle that is standing so tall, yet is falling apart at the same time. It is so beautiful! After you get closer, you can even go through tunnels upon tunnels through the innards of the ground levels. It is frightening and exciting at the same time. Note to clausterphobes: Do not enter!
Not only were the different buildings cool to see and walk around. The grounds were absolutely stunning. There were trees for days and they were beginning to change color and I was awe-struck. The contrast between the deep grey buildings and the brightly colored foilage was amazing and I could have stayed there for days.
Gorgeous. Gorgeous. Gorgeous. Take me back there someday and I will love you forever. I could imagine something extravagant here like a Royal wedding or something as simple as a picnic and it would be amazing either way.
Of course, after running around and touring all of the castle it was time to head to the tippy top and see the Blarney Stone! Whoo hoo, it was about time to see what this thing was all about. Here’s a little snip bit from the website:
“For over 200 years, world statesmen, literary giants, and legends of the silver screen have joined the millions of pilgrims climbing the steps to kiss the Blarney Stone and gain the gift of eloquence.”
Eloquence for a lifetime? Sure, sign this girl up. So up, up, up we went to the top to kiss the stone of Blarney.
When you get to the top of the Castle, you can see down into the castle because it is hollow and you can also see all around the entire castle grounds. It. is. awesome. Then, you walk around and there is a man sitting at the Blarney Stone. To be able to reach and kiss the stone, you have to sit down, lean back, bend over, grab the two bars above your head and slide your booty down and shimmy your face up to the stone and give it a big ole smooch. It’s actually really gross if you think about it, so I’ll just avoid doing that. Either way, I get to cross “kissing the Blarney Stone” off my Bucket List. Boo yah!
The last thing we did before heading to Dublin was take a nice long stroll though the Blarney Castle gardens. There were waterfalls every few steps, green every direction you looked, arched pathways, wooden bridges – anything and everything a garden could be. It was the best.
Overall, Ireland was the greatest idea I’ve had, probably in my life. The spontaneity made the trip exciting through its entirety and even through crisis and we could not have had a better combination of people. Although we were there for an extended trip, I can still say that we did not have enough time in the country and I would love to go back there one day. I could spend another lifetime on that country and life a happy life. Until next time Ireland. I’ll miss you.