Co Donegal, Ireland- When I got news that my baby sister was headed to Ireland to kick off her Eurotrip Birthday Party… I had a panic attack. Where will we go, what will we see, just how many ounces of Instagram gold will.she.mine.
I spoke with my brother who just welcomed his own baby girl into this magnificent world and he said, “you know you’re going to have to do everything she says, go everywhere she wants and be happy about it.” I am glad he understands the female psyche. As she runs on rad daydreams and DMs from her hometown squad I knew the pressure was on.
She had fucking brilliant weather. So I didn’t have to do what I normally do when people visit me in Ireland and it rains, which is, “Pssttt! you are in Ireland.” As far as viewing nature’s bounty, the possibilities are endless in one of Europe’s most beautiful countries, rain or shine. My sister sent me “The Plan” in a Whatsapp a few weeks before her arrival and it goes as follows. See the Donegal Mountains (easy from ma backyard bishes!!) No really, but we ventured up to Slieve League (Sliabh Liag) for a closer look.
Number 2! Climb Benbulben. I climbed the bad boy a few weeks before, in preparation of her demands with the Sligo Leitrim Mountain Rescue Team. Follow me! I know the way AND I know who to call when my lungs collapse due to a profuse cigarette smoking habit. Nummer drie, Giant’s Causeway– holy shit, houses of the holy, hold my half-moon press, this had a lot of anticipation riding on it. And, finally visit Enniskillen Castle aka McGuire’s Castle to reclaim our lands!
The Fiesta was loaded up. My pack with peanuts and dark chocolate, a thermos of tea and dear sweet baby sister brought all of my CDs…from highschool. Yes, Dave Matthews Band and Haley’s Mega Mix 3000 on repeat. From the looks of it I had really mastered Napster and those songs took me right back…to listening to Neil Young and eating lunch alone while everyone else was (insert rude backstabbing comment.) Those were the days!
Here we are at the highest sea cliffs in Europe.
So happy though, seriously, that she came to visit the Northwest of Ireland which is truly astonishing, wild and perfect for two crazy sisters that couldn’t be more different (except that we both like the XX).
We stopped for a breather and a Smithwick’s at the Rusty Mackerel where the bartender promptly poo-pooed our next stop: Giant’s Causeway. “It is underwhelming” he informed, go to Silver Strand. We gulped the rest of our beer and started on an improptu adventure to…Hawaii.
Seriously, no filter, just my awesome photog skiilz and again, the amazing weather. Really, who would have guessed this was Ireland? One hundred and seventy one steps down to the beach and three decades worth of anxiety blown away in this easy, breezy, fucking beautiful, my sister- the cover girl.
It was actually quite crowded for a typical stop along the Wild Atlantic Way. We weren’t the only ones cashing in on the nice weather.
Cheers to Emily and Happy Birthday! I hope you cherish your last years in your 20s and see that your 30s might not be so bad. That will be it for sunshine, until next year people! Ta!