Today’s adventure was Moher than expected. We drove out of Dublin into the Irish countryside which is dotted with sheep, dairy cattle, and picturesque farmhouses. The shades of green are absolutely boundless and the twisting country lanes can barely accommodate the tour bus. Everyone makes room for everyone. No worries seems to be the motto of drivers. No rude gestures or threatening weapons. The Cliffs of Moher rise above the Atlantic Ocean accepting all of the power the ocean has to give. Seabirds soar above and the occasional whale makes an appearance. Alas not today. The fossil covered pathway up to the cliffs is a history of life from ages and ages past. The cliffs are a part of the Wild Atlantic Way which we loved. On one side the ocean, on the other side more farms. Thatched roofs, lace curtains, dahlias, asters, rudbeckia, petunias, pansies and geraniums in their full glory decorate gardens and window boxes. Lunch in Galway was fresh oysters, slices of salmon, crab and smoked mackerel, and of course an Irish ale. This is one of the oldest cities in Ireland. Norman invaders taught these uncivilized Irish organization, trading, and civil responsibility. The Lynch family from the middle ages led the Irish into a changing word. Well done Normans and Mr. Lynch. We made our way back to the bus through musicians, artist, and visitors from all over the world happy to have seen a different side of Ireland.