What a Conclusion!

We awoke to a chamber-of-commerece-day--blue sky, warm sun and a gentle breeze. The previous night we decided to devote our final day to Dingle. Perfect decision. 

How to describe the indescribable? God's creation blossomed before us as dramatic cliffs met the surging, blue-green Atlantic Ocean with hundreds of stonewalled pastures thrown in for good measure. Just as we exhausted our adjective account in Paris, the sights on the Dingle Peninsula captured the soul. No picture can do justice to the breathtaking beauty of this part of the world. I can't imagine there is anything comparable. 

One of the enjoyable parts of the Ireland adventure is actually seeing the sights we've been hearing about for more than 30 years of listening to Irish music. Today we went through the village of Castlemaine that proudly displayed a sign declaring it was the home of "The Wild Colonial Boy."

With a final shopping stroll in Killarney (the tin whistle family increased by one) and a return to Danny Mann's (the band didn't know "Rambles of Spring"), this phenomenal journey ends. We have made a significant addition to our lifetime memory bank.

Back to reality now, enriched by all we've experienced during the past three weeks.