Entre chubascos esquivados, cafés con pastel, música de órgano y murallas en forma de estrella, descubrimos Kinsale de arriba abajo y cerramos el dÃa con paseo por los bosques de Ballymartle.
🇮🇪 Ireland
Amid sudden sirens, ships sleeping in the mud and forest paths, the day held its treasure: the return of Uncle Joan, my joy turned into a leap.
The night was a concert of wind and rain that threw us out of bed on wheels. The next day, between sea swims, walks in the woods and an unglamorous end, I lived a thousand adventures.
We slept beneath the walls of Castledonovan and climbed up to the Baltimore Beacon, a giant ice cream cone watching over the sea. We ended the day amidst wind and tides, ready to dream of adventures.
Between storms and waves, we follow the trail of adventures hidden along the Irish coast, sniffing out every curve and every corner.
Pouring rain and mischievous wind, but me in the camper transformed into the king of the imaginary puddles. Sneem, a spooky quarry and a perfect shelter for sleeping without getting wet.
Stone circles like coliseums, castles shrouded in ivy, roads that look like traps, and a solitary pier facing the sea. Today my paws and ears haven't had a moment's rest.
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 abadÃa solitaria de Moor a los senderos sin fin de Ballyseedy Wood. Toros, hierbas altas, viento y muchos kilómetros de paseo en un dÃa 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.