After scratching the car's side, breaking the right mirror, and almost killing both a biker and my husband (through a heart attack), I had adjusted to driving on the wrong (excuse me: left) side of the street. It is still hard to believe that we made it to our first stop: Wicklow.
This little town offered everything that I thought Ireland would be about (if I had only known that this was just a teeny tiny bit of everything):
the wild Atlantic ocean,
steep cliffs,
and the greenest of all greens.
We spent the afternoon there, and after a little rest we toured on to Tramore. Since we were looking forward to peace, tranquility and a beautiful B&B we were somewhat disappointed after all. The Atlantic Breeze B&B had looked awesome on the website pictures, but turned out to be way shabbier. The hosts were great, but we had nowhere to hang out and chill.
Moreover, Tramore has a beautiful beach,
but they managed to turn the whole town into a disgusting entertainment center with slot machines, rides and water parks. Great for teenagers, but really not what we had been looking for.
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