Hiking in The Burren: that time I fell into a hole.

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We visit Ireland on the regular because we family rooted there. I love going for many reasons. But for today’s quick context: there is no green greener. The Burren stands out because of its non-green color. Because there are no trees shaped by the gale force winds over centuries of time. Instead it’s all ancient limestone.

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Thanks to grandparents, we were able to get away via Ford Fiesta, and take a drive along the Old Coastal Road. After a quick plate of Mussels, we headed up to Aillwee caves. Did I mention I’m almost six feet tall? My husband is taller. Turns out I hate being crammed into dark small spaces with a bunch of people and no obvious exit. So when we finished our tour, we decided to take a quick “jaunt” up the burren hills to get a good glimpse of the view.

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There is nothing more metaphorical about love than a hike with your spouse. Especially if you have been together for over a decade, had children, run your own businesses and are extremely terrible at hiking but have yet to admit this little fact about yourself to your spouse. My favorite moment is when I fell into a hole thigh deep and screamed with no one to hear it. Dave’s favorite moment is taking video of my “climbing down” a small wall. But hey, cool flowers. And so much time to build walls out of rocks.

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