Green, Green Rocky Road

That's the name of a song from one of my favorite albums,"Inside Llewyn Davis," and as we climbed up, through, and around Killiney Hill, that song just kept playing over and over in my head. My mama and I started the day by catching the railway, deciding along the way to make our destination Bray. It's another cute little coastal town with a rather large beach. We walked along the boardwalk and I kept thinking how much it reminded me of all of the houses down by Fisherman's Wharf in San Francisco. I swear that every new place I go, I can always find many similarities from across the world. And that makes me happy.

We ate lunch at a funky fresh pizza place called Platform, finding out after we ate that they were recently crowned the best pizza in all of Ireland. Nice! Then back on the train up to Dalkey/Killiney where we found the most peaceful and quiet town on a Saturday afternoon. Let me tell you, I could live in that area. Every single house was picture perfect. And Killiney Hill that I mentioned earlier... not sure there's anything like it. Wowza. Pictures didn't turn out too great because of the clouds, but you know what? Not everything is about the pictures. Actually, most things shouldn't be about the pictures. It should all be about the experience and how you felt, what you learned, how you grew in that experience.

Bray. So fun to walk along the shore. I plan on coming here in the summer.

Climbing Killiney Hill