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A letter to Ireland…

Actually, I did not want to write a post about a single country of my journey and until now I have not done so. But since you are an island and I refer the subsequently mentioned to both countries situated on you, I will make an exception and start again:

My dear Ireland,

I just fell in love with you. I still don’t know how this could have happened since I am not a landscape photographer and normally I like it warm and dry. Related to the latter, you really don’t make things easy to me. In mid-August I am sitting inside right now in front of a wood-fired oven while it rains and storms outside as if there were no tomorrow.

That is why I have no idea how much our new friendship would be put to the test in wintertime. But for now, I really feel deeply connected with you. Your landscapes are nothing short of spectacular, your beaches are breathtaking, your harbours are so cute and your green is simply greener than elsewhere.

You are so wild and so lovely, so fresh and so clear and every day – sometimes even every hour – so different than before.

Therefore, I forgive you a lot. Your roads are often so narrow that my adrenaline rises in each and every curve…

… but falls down again in the lovely loneliness of your countryside.

You can be so dark and so stormy and to swim in your ocean while the wind and the rain lashes my face literally takes my breath away – and yet it makes me smile.

Your light sometimes brightens the colours that it almost hurts…

… and I really become sad if it disappears into the night.

I wish I could stay with you for a longer time… but soon I will have to go.

As if that all were not enough, your people are so loveable, so warm-hearted and so friendly I maybe have nowhere in the world experienced before. Even your policemen who caught me driving too fast on your motorway just explained me the rules and then let me go without a ticket – not before wishing me a nice day of course.

Keep it real! I promise I will come back one day… but not alone again.  😉


“Get out from your house, from your cave, from your car, from the place you feel safe, from the place that you are. Get out and go running, go funning, go wild, get out from your head and get growing, dear child.”

Dallas Clayton




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