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Entre tormentas y olas, seguimos la pista de aventuras escondidas por la costa irlandesa, olisqueando cada curva y cada rincón.
Lluvia a cántaros y viento travieso, pero yo en la cámper convertido en rey de los charcos imaginarios. Sneem, cantera espeluznante y refugio perfecto para dormir sin mojarse.
Círculos de piedra como coliseos, castillos envueltos en hiedra, carreteras que parecen trampas y un muelle solitario frente al mar. Hoy mis patas y mis orejas no han tenido ni un respiro.
Between cliffs that seem to bite the sea and roads that challenge us with their "no entry" signs, I discover that adventure beats stronger when Daddy Edu decides to disobey.
Amidst sands that resemble highways, a pier that stretches towards the horizon, and ruins that whisper to the wind, I discover that even the sea holds unexpected surprises.
De la abadía solitaria de Moor a los senderos sin fin de Ballyseedy Wood. Toros, hierbas altas, viento y muchos kilómetros de paseo en un día redondo.
Today there were no castles or adventures, just kilometers, shopping and a quiet corner in the forest to rest after a month of non-stop sightseeing.
A night of a cradle with wheels, escape plans from Ireland, and a castle playing hide-and-seek.
A day that started quietly in Malahide ended with dark turns, killer bushes, and the feel of a low-budget horror movie.
Amid sacred ruins, peat bogs, and roads that seemed made for snails, we ended the day with a private Derry Girls session in our camper-cinema.