Our Grand Saturday

Well, I've given up driving in Ireland--Dylan does a much better job and there's less screaming in the car now.
We went to Dunguaire Castle, a cool 1600s fortress. Then we drove into the Burren, which is rock after rock, Dylan's kind of land. We stopped for him to run up the rocks and out of the middle of nowhere was this small stone gothic structure. I thought, oh, a bus stop (out in the middle of nowhere?).
We looked in and it was a wishing well. Dylan of course got in it. He told me later that he had seen a car drive by it, not stopping, yet the driver pitched a coin into its well. We titled the act henceforth: Drive-by Wishing.
We just happened to see a sign for an Abbey and went there. All stone, what was left of it. I hopped through the gate into the cemetary yard and out of nowhere a man appeared--rather startling. Dylan and I walked through the abbey with the floor filled with grave markers--most saying to the Lord to have mercy on this or that soul. A haunting place in some regard, peaceful in other ways.
Dylan free-climbed a gigantic rock and I prayed the whole time. He ran out onto the grass of Mammar, which was all rock, and touched the sea.
Onto the Cliffs of Moher, which were utterly amazing, and without a doubt one of the most beautiful things I've seen on God's good earth. The ride back to a B&B was in the night, with the passenger side kissing the edge of the cliff. And of course, the road is rather skinny. Good adventure.
Had a wonderful dinner at the Stone Cutter's Kitchen and time to find a bed to sleep in. Love to all.