We're not yet to our campsite, but I'm told that it is located in Cork and on the ocean and that it is beautiful.
The beauty is truly indescribable. I'm sitting on the rocky ledge of a campground in the county Cork of Ireland. The rocks here are covered with life, the white weathering, flame-like orange, rust colored organisms flourishing the cool moist breeze from the water. I expected more tremendous jutting rocks all around, instead we are surrounded by dark mountains in the distance and beautifully soft rolling hills covered in every shad of green one could wish to see. Close to the ground the grasses are sprinkled with small with and yellow flowers, doing their best to reach out of the grass and into the rare-shining light. While the water rhythmically laps onto the shore from the tide the breeze caresses the skin as it slides past obstacles on its journey from the sea.
You want to feel as serene as your surroundings here. And it reminds me of our families home in Colorado where it is easy to forget the chaos of the world and just be.
The rain. Beautiful sprinkling rain kept making its appearance and I realize why they don't mind the rain so much here. Its not pelting thunder and lightning cold windy rain. It' more like a cool light shower, kinda like a human sized version of the produce being sprayed with water at the grocery store. It comes down for a little while and gives you a nice sheen then departs to let you warm up and dry off in the sun.
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