The Aran Islands

I have been up to a lot lately and therefore have never been online. A few weeks ago my mind was getting really restless. I needed change, I needed to get outta Dublin. Thats just me. I was a little stir crazy but only a little. So Chara and I peaced across to western Ireland to the city of Galway. It was my second time there.

Galway is a small hippie city full of hippie students and artists. Therefore, I like it. Imagine a bigger Tofino.

But the highlight about the trip wasn't Galway, it was Inishmore, the largest Island of the Aran Islands (there are three in total). These Gaelic Islands are submerged in the Atlantic ocean and are thus only attainable by an hour long ferry ride.

I think I have found where my heart belongs. The hottest day of the year that I have spent in Ireland was spent here. It was practically scorching even with the Atlantic breeze. Chara and I rented bikes and basically biked around the Island. Gazing at tiny little cottages and small rural towns that hug the coastline. We saw a few cows, and donkeys and horses. As well as some art. Life is relaxed over there. I was in awe and bliss. We went to a beach and stripped down to our underwear and played in a small beached bay. I was so glad to be back in the ocean. The hot sand was white and the water was clear. Surfing is only threatening my longing even more.

I have this romantic idea that one day (in a few years) I will go back to Inishmore and spend July and August renting a little cottage over there. I'll try and learn some Gaelic and swim and bike. Read a lot and most importantly focus on art. I will be relaxed, unoccupied with work and undistracted. Therefore able to give my heart back to art. I will only be influenced by what surrounds me: nature and color.