A Beauty Like No Other
Ireland’s West is a wonder to behold. From the artistry and magic of her centuries-old stone walls that crisscross the rolling green hills to the rocky, untamed shores of the Atlantic, Connemara is a veritable feast for the senses. Let your eyes gaze upon the Twelve Bens framed against the morning sky. Listen as the waters of the wild ocean meet the shores. Let the smell of a peat fire transport you to Ireland’s storied past. Savour the bountiful seafood, caught fresh each day. Let your hands brush along the wild heather on a winding back road.
Connemara’s beauty may become your muse, as it has for countless authors, poets, and artists through the centuries.
I wanted real adventures to happen to myself. But real adventures, I reflected, do not happen to people who remain at home: they must be sought abroad.
— James Joyce, Dubliners
May the Irish hills caress you.
May her lakes and rivers bless you.
May the luck of the Irish enfold you.
May the blessings of Saint Patrick behold you.
— Irish Blessing
When the skies are ink above us and the sea runs white with foam
In a cot in Connemara there’s a wife and wee one praying
To the One who walked the waters once, to send us safely home.
—Francis Fahy, ‘The Queen of Connemara’
Ireland is where strange tales begin and happy endings are possible.
— Charles Haughey
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