Dublin & Glendalough Mountains

Our last leg of the journey was spent in Ireland. We were pretty wiped out by this point and Trent's beard was pretty ridiculous:

Food was continually getting caught in it and yes, he often did comb it with a fork.

It was rainy and cold so we ate lots of lamb stews and shepherd's pie:

I wanted to see green grassy hills (I have a minor obsession with them) so we travelled to the Glendalough Mountains and stayed at a cozy hostel away from civilization.

Here we found a monastery built in the 5th century. The FIFTH century!

It was simply incredible.

We also stumbled upon the coolest looking cemetery ever:

and took some very class pictures:

There was much exploring to be done in the drizzle. As we walked to the only grocery store in miles, we found the following church built in the 11th century:

so we went inside and had a look around:

The Glendalough mountains were everything you'd imagine when you picture "green Ireland."

They were absolutely stunning but we were ready for civilization so we headed back to Dublin. In the city we found bizarre statues on every corner:

We found the random "Dublin spire",

along with St. Patrick's Cathedral:

pig heads:

and a store with "Irish-looking" hats.

Would you be fearful if you met us in a dark alley. I would.

Sadly, what I remember most vividly from Dublin was getting a mean case of the runs on the last night. Trent found it hilarious.

Thus, with a few last ugly faces, our journey was over and we flew to London and then headed home.