Every once in a while life stills enough for us to catch our breath, smile, and just exist. Though I've traveled many places on this wild and ceaseless orb that extraordinary stillness remains elusive. I found it, here, in County Mayo. As I climbed the last steps to the apex of mystical Croagh Patrick the synergy of that Wild Atlantic Way caught my spirit in that rare, ineffable way. I stood on that mountain, laughed out loud, and felt truly alive.
Staying at the Bertra Strand was a gift. Every morning I could wake up in a bed that offered an indescribable view of that sacred mountain.
And the hosts, Hilary and Felix? I am a recluse. A hermit. Being around people is very difficult for me. With them it was effortless. Welcoming. They are amazing people, talented and warm. I will count it as a privilege to have met them.
The second day the wild Irish coast found its smiling devilry in a tremendous storm. The apartment was so cozy I delighted in the turn of events. I made a warm fire, pulled out the Cadbury chocolates, and enjoyed a great book. It was delightful fun to watch their lovely garden trees dance in the wind.
Until the day I visit heaven itself I will recommend this place as an earthly contender.
Be well, dear travelers, and may you find yourself on their doorstep.