I’ve done cities that rush you. South Ireland does the opposite. It’s green, a little haunting, and somehow feels older than time in the best way.
Wicklow gave me misty hills and trails that made the whole world quiet. Wexford is hit with raw cliff views and a lighthouse that actually made me stop and stare. Cork felt like you could linger in a café and end up chatting with strangers about ghosts or fishing or whatever came up. Even the eerie Wicklow Gaol stuck with me.
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