After the eventful two days in Dublin, Morgan and I decided to take a day trip away from the madness. After a thirty minute train ride, we found Howth, a little village on the coast. As soon as I walked outside, I was instantly calm. The air smelled like saltwater and I could finally hear myself think. Howth was so small we figured we would just wander. Getting lost would take some serious lack of brain cells.
Our first stop was the bay filled with fishing boats complete with a seal spotting. We figured we would walk up near the cliffs to get better pictures. This just wasn't a walk, it was a test of my balance. The angle of this road had to have been at least 50 degrees, but the views were beautiful so I couldn't complain.
The highlight of the trip was the cliff trails. There were miles and miles of trails along the edges of these huge cliffs. To the right were huge fields and to my immediate left was the edge of the cliff. There were no safety rails/ ropes either. One wrong step and you would plummet. We walked along the trails for probably four miles. Enough to feel the burn and to work up an appetite.
We were determined to find sea food. After all, we were in a fishing village. We couldn't have picked a better place. We ordered calamari first and if I could have licked the place without being judged, I would have. The main dish was a seafood chowder. I've never tasted anything like it. It was a thinner broth full of any seafood known to mankind.
Anyone visiting Ireland must travel to Howth. This blog certainly doesn't do it justice. Hopefully my pictures will.
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