Darling Dingle

What a spectacular place! We got up and had a leisurely breakfast, then strolled into town for a bit, until Chris and Harrison caught their fishing boat. While they were gone, I walked around town, talked with some of the locals, did some window shopping and took in as much of the beauty as I possibly could. Every shop I entered there was a resident visiting with the shop owner. It was like something from a storybook, and exactly what I imagined an Irish village would look like. So darling!
A few hours later, I met my fishermen back at the dock. I quickly realized we would be buying our dinner. Chris caught a fish smaller than his bait and Harrison caught a seal! Thank goodness we made friends with the man who operates "Reel Fresh Fish" (a local fish "take away" restaurant) and ended up sitting at his counter for the second night in a row. Last night we had the fresh Haddock and tonight it was the smoked Haddock. There should be a law against loving food so much!
It was a whopping 8:00 when we crawled into bed. Maybe it was the intake of all the pure oxygen, but we were exhausted! This was the most laid back day yet. I could get used to this...
Sunday we woke up to a traditional breakfast of eggs, bacon, sausage, beans, tomato, black and white pudding and toast. This was the usual fare nearly every day of our trip, and it sure cut back on the cost for lunch!
As we prepared to leave Dingle, we were advised to take the scenic route around the Peninsula. What a treat! We were also lucky enough to add a golf course as a point of interest on the drive (yes, that's sarcasm)! Sarcasm aside, it was worth the stop. The views were breathtaking and we were regaled by a local golfer who shared some wonderful stories about the area. Chris and Harrison were so sad they couldn't grab their sticks and hit the links.
As we continued around the Peninsula, the roads were so narrow that drivers could high five as they passed each other (I'm not kidding)! And yes, you guessed it, there was nervous laughter coming from our back seat (from me) as we took our nail biting drive.

We sadly said good-bye to Dingle and started our trek to Dublin...

(Picture #3 is my fishermen returning from sea, #4 is Chris and Harrison at Dingle Golf Club, #5 is the Dingle Peninsula, and #6 is Chris and I at the Western most point in Europe)

Darling Dingle

The view from our B&B