Irish Road Tripping

A week after my dad came to visit us, Jesse's sister, Priscilla, and her husband, Ryan, came to London and together the four us went on to Ireland. We started in Dublin, where we toured the Guinness Factory, learning to make the perfect pour, and ate at one of the oldest pubs in Ireland. The next day, we rented a car and drove to the cottage that we'd rented in Northern Ireland. From the cottage we made day trips, driving on the crazy narrow roads with ridiculous speed limits out to windy Giant's Causeway; the delicious Bushmills Irish Whiskey Distillery; Downhill Beach, where we played barefoot in the sand; Mussenden Temple and Downhill Demesne, which were built in the 1800s by a Bishop who fancied himself a Roman enthusiast and worthy of a castle; Dunluce Castle, where we climbed all over without actually paying to go in; Ballintoy Harbour, where we had delicious tea and a pastry after climbing all over the rocks, dodging the waves; and finally, Cushendun Caves, where we threw rocks into the caves in the fading evening light to see them spark. The next day, we drove to Galway, though it rained and the wind chilled us to the bone, we still went out and had a blast, playing cards, drinking Heineken and listening to Irish music at a pub. We drove back to Dublin, the next day and with the sun setting at our backs, Ryan and Priscilla flew to Edinburgh to continue their trip and Jesse and I flew back to London, and back to work.