I have never
been to Blarney or Kilkenny Castles. As two of the most renowned castles in the
country of Ireland, I figured it would be foolish not to stop by these
structures before leaving the country. Considering they were both on our way
back to Dublin the day before our flight out of the country, the decision ended
up being an easy one. As a result, Patrick and I made a point to schedule time
for both locations during the course of our travels. The day’s events began
with an early morning visit to Blarney Castle on our way out of town and a pit
stop in Kilkenny on our way to Ireland’s east coast. In both locations Patrick
and I would discover memories that will undoubtedly stick with us and sights
that will resonate for a very long time.
Like other
experiences on our trip, our experiences with Blarney and Kilkenny Castles left
me struggling to find the words to describe the experiences. At Blarney Patrick
and I spent our time absorbing the history and beauty of the place. At the
advice of several Irish locals we encountered throughout our trip, we opted not
to kiss the Blarney stone, which many of them called a “gimmick” and “a waste
of time.” Instead, we spent several hours at the castle exploring the remote
forests at the edges of the property, winding through the arboretum before the
towering Blarney manor, trying to understand the odd, natural stone feature
called the Dolmen, climbing the wishing stairs, taking in the castle’s epic
poison garden, and standing atop the structure’s aged battlements. Our time at
Blarney Castle was another series of events where it was hard not to feel the
history embedded in our surroundings. Everywhere we turned there were hundreds
of years of history and mythology that left me speechless. We were largely
silent before the things we encountered simply because it was too hard to find
words, something that has become commonplace during my first trip to Ireland.
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The Fairy Glade |
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Blarney Manor |
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See above |
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The view of the poison garden from the battlements |
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The entrance to the wishing stairs |
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Looking down the wishing stairs |
Eventually,
Patrick and I left the Blarney Castle grounds and began heading northeast
toward Dublin. After a little more than one hour on the road, we decided to
make a stop in Kilkenny, a city we had both heard of well before our trip to
Ireland. Upon arriving to the city, both of us were immediately taken by its
welcoming feeling. People bustled around the city streets in droves and nearly
every place we went we were greeted with warmth. After grabbing a quick lunch
(I had Irish Lamb Stew… amazing), Patrick and I walked through the city until
we encountered Kilkenny Castle. The structure was easily the largest castle we
had seen in our trip, and before it laid a rolling stretch of bright green
grass that carried on for hundreds of yards. The space was alive with people
and families making the most of a warm Sunday afternoon. To me, the most
amazing part of that initial experience was the fact that the people around us
reading under trees, playing games in fields, chatting in groups, and relaxing
in the summer sun were doing so against the backdrop of a towering mass of
stone that once served as the home of royalty. It was strange and awe inspiring
to think this was just another day at the park for many of them. The idea of
having such depth of history and such an amazing structure as a part of
everyday life baffled me, and one look at Patrick told me he felt the same way.
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Kilkenny Castle |
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The view after a walk down
a small portion of the castle grounds |
For some
time Patrick and I walked the castle grounds before we decided to work our way
to the Kilkenny Castle entrance. Upon entering the castle we were happy to find
the bulk of the interior was open to the public. In turn, Patrick and I spent
some time walking through the historically preserved rooms of the castle’s
halls, bedrooms, dining rooms, and galleries (unfortunately, they didn’t permit
photos to be taken). We were able to experience centuries of history that
spanned the families occupying the castle since its construction. The picture
gallery alone held the a lineage of said families in portraits that covered the
walls of a room that was easily three stories tall and several hundred feet in
length. The experience was incredible and served as a perfect way to break up
an otherwise uneventful day of travel in the back end of our trip to Ireland.
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The "backyard" |
As our trip begins to wind down, I’m finding it
hard to summarize everything we have done and to put experiences like today
into words. I know if I tried it would likely come out as incoherent rambling
that would never do justice to the stunning places that we have been on our
trip. As a matter of fact, while eating dinner in downtown Dublin tonight I
took time to think about how I would tell those back home about the experiences
in Ireland. After a lot of thought and deliberation, I concluded the only thing
I could do is tell them I wish they could have seen through my eyes during my
time in this country. In my mind, that’s the only way someone could really
understand the experiences I’ve had. While I miss everyone dear to me and look
forward to returning home tomorrow, I know I’m leaving a piece of me in
Ireland. While that might be something that causes concern for some, I’m glad
the trip has affected me to that extent. To me, it simply means means I now
have a little room to take a bit of Ireland back with me, and that’s an
opportunity I'm happy I came upon.
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