we went to the Cliffs of Moher today; the biggest tourist attraction in Ireland.
The Cliffs of Moher are on the west coast of Ireland and thereby the last European stop before you get to America – from a 19th century immgrant’s point of view. The Cliffs are known for their raw beauty as they’re almost 700ft tall, very rough, and dangerous for stupid tourists who want to take that one picutre. (It’s rumored around a dozen people die every year falling or being blown off)
They were so pretty and you felt like “the king of the world.” Sorry guys, this whole Atlantic, Ireland thing has totally gotten me back into my obsession with immigrants. I had to quote Titanic. How amazing is it what beautiful things nature creates. Humans will never be able to produce anything half as breathtaking.
PS: Martha, there was a harp player!