I didn't have much of a plan for Ireland; it was a rushed decision right after leaving a work position. I went to Donegal, because of the tweed hat that I always wear. A cab driver in Dublin called me an idiot for staying out in the country for my whole trip. But just like in the states, city folk in Dublin don't appreciate the serenity you get from venturing out past the single lane dirt roads, to a farm where you hop barbed wire fences, to find yourself over hills and in a glen of lakes.

Staying at Allaye's is the real deal. You're in the outskirts and able to enjoy sharing in their lifestyle. I'm happy to reiterate that her baking skills are fantastic, I devoured an order of scones before leaving.

Some photos I took of the trip:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/tbranyen/sets/72157635228214948/