Dingle Peninsula, Wild Atlantic Way, The Rock of Cashel, and Cobh

I. Dingle Peninsula & Wild Atlantic Way

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With the end of summer and unfavorable weather approaching, it’s important to get all the true sight-seeing done, hence why The Cliffs of Moher were my first trip, and Dingle Peninsula and Wild Atlantic Way were my second.

The road our bus took is technically called “Wild Atlantic Way” but this road is located on the Dingle Peninsula. The town of Dingle itself is excessively charming and an extremely active hub of tourism.

Dingle is located in yet another rural area of Ireland, so rural in fact, that one of the villages outside of Dingle speaks Irish as their first language. It is a tight-knit community, and the government does not allow any new residents to move there unless they can speak Irish fluently. Dingle originally was a commercial fishing town- which is a seriously dangerous profession. Luckily, their main source of income now is tourism, thanks to the legend of Fungie the Dolphin (who appeared off the coast one day in the late 1980’s, and remained a staple tourist attraction until his passing about three years ago), and the natural beauty of the mountainous and cliffside landscape.

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Tourism has become such a pillar of the Dingle community that locals have gotten involved and made a reputation for themselves. One of the stops on our tour was at a local farmer’s property, where he was asking for €4 to hold a baby lamb! If you ask me, it’s absolutely the best €4 I’ve ever spent, and he’s definitely doing well for himself, considering the wad of cash he was sifting through when giving me change. It was a chaotic- we only had twenty minutes at this particular stop- but ultimately amazing experience. It’s something I never thought I’d do- I’m from the suburbs, and know nothing about farm life- which I think made the experience all the better!

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There are also beautiful things to see farther away from the peninsula, but still within sights of Dingle. The area is also known for its mountainous regions:

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II. The Rock of Cashel

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Don’t let the name fool you- The “Rock” of Cashel is actually a monastery, with parts of these ruins dating back to the 13th, 14th, and 15th centuries. It was officially founded in the 12th century, and is also known as St. Patrick’s Rock, due to the saint’s affiliation with the monastery (it is said that St. Patrick converted the King of Muster to Christianity at this site). In the 1600s, the monastery was attacked by English troops, and has been left in ruins ever since.

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The ruins are extremely beautiful and carry a haunting quality. It’s almost an uncanny experience to be closed in by the remaining standing walls, just to look up and see sky rather than a vaulted ceiling. It is an iconic site for Irish history, and being there made me feel a bit more connected to the Irish culture that I’m learning more about every day.

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III. Cobh

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Cobh (pronounced “cove”) is a town on an island in Cork City’s harbor. It is best known for being the last port of call for the Titanic in 1912 (there are several memorials acknowledging the Titanic’s tragic maiden voyage). Its other main attraction is St. Colman’s Cathedral, which was completed in 1919.

The town is so colorful, which is so refreshing when comparing it to home. Everything is pretty uniform in the U.S- same style of home, same color scheme, etc- but houses here are fun and bright and have their own charm. Cobh itself isn’t a big tourist attraction, but I enjoyed my visit all the same. It made me feel a bit like a local, as if I was integrating into the culture. Life moves at a slower pace here, so it was really lovely to just stop and appreciate the things around me.

La Merce – a Cultural Introduction 

I’ve officially started classes at Pompeu Fabra University, and all my professors have been so kind and welcoming to the international students. I arrived in Spain last Wednesday and had a full week to settle into Barcelona. This city has exceeded all of my expectations. It feels like there’s an endless list of “must sees” from spots like Park Güell and Montjuïc to activities like dance classes and paella cooking. The city offers everything, from mountain views to ocean swims. Even just walking around and catching a glimpse of La Sagrada Familia in the horizon feels unreal.

Before coming, I thought I would be on a Ryanair flight every weekend, but for now, Spain has my full attention. At the beginning, I felt extremely overwhelmed by everything there is to see and do. One of my goals was to say “yes” to as much as I can, and so far, I’ve tried anchovy ice cream, gone night swimming, been pelted by firecrackers in Sitges, toured a winery, watched countless fireworks, and made new friends. It has felt like if I were to take a lazy day to relax I would be wasting time exploring and seeing this amazing city but I’ve realized that rest is necessary. There’s no sustainable way I can be on my feet 24/7 without burning out.

This past weekend, from Friday to Tuesday, Barcelona celebrated La Mercè, honoring the city’s patron saint. There was live music, traditional events, food vendors, and fireworks almost every night. Even nearby cities like Sitges held celebrations for their own patron saints. My favorite parts of the festival were the cultural and traditional practices such as the human towers and the firecracker run.

The human towers, or castells, were incredible to witness. Teams, made up of people of all ages, created a strong base and then built upwards, reaching as high as eight to ten stories. Each tower was completed when a child, who looked no older than four or five, climbed to the top and raised their hand to signal success as everyone below clapped and cheered for the team. In the firecracker run, people dressed in ponchos held sticks with firecrackers attached, spinning them as sparks flew into the crowd. A few friends and I took part in this in Sitges, thinking it was just a parade, we had no idea what was about to happen.

Both of these traditions were incredible to witness. I have felt so lucky to be in Spain for this festival. It felt like every part La Merce aimed to lift up the people of their communities. In the human towers, I saw that very literally. Teams of people, from Five to eighty-five year olds, work together to lift their youngest members to the top. It’s a beautiful metaphor for the sense of family and community here in Spain. In the firecracker run, I saw families, kids, elderly people, tourists, and locals all gathering to be a part of the intensity. I was so terrified every time I heard the firecrackers light and the drums get louder. More than once I took refuge with random people huddling in a circle protecting each other from the incoming sparks. My absolute favorite moment was when I saw a scared little boy get invited by one of the parade members to hold the firecracker stick. Such a small act of kindness by that person will stick with that boy forever and again I was able to witness how Spanish culture works to lift up their community. I feel so grateful to have been able to immerse myself in this city’s rich traditions. The wave of emotion that came over me while watching these events is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I would love to come to La Merce again and share this with my friends and family one day, so they can see firsthand how amazing Barcelona is!