Holly Crest Lodge in Killybegs, a major fishing port for Irish, Swedish and Icelandic ships. We drove up into the mountain, giving me my first peek at the coolest thing about Ireland's west coast: mountain cliffs dropping into beaches with water as clear blue as water in the Caribbean.
Studio Donegal, where tweed and sweaters are made on site and the whole process can be watched. The downstairs was a store selling some of the prettiest knits I've ever seen...I wanted every blanket in the damn store. We ended up buying enough to merit shipping it home.
In the Latin Quarter, we had a fancy dinner, then went to see the music at the Spanish Arch bar. It was emotional for me because the "traditional" musicians had adopted the banjo, a traditional instrument where I'm from, and they ended up singing Old Crow Medicine Show's "Wagon Wheel," which name drops a town very close to where I grew up. So surreal to hear it come out of a thick Galway accent!
We stopped by Thomas Dillon Jewelers, the original makers of the famous Claddagh ring.