yesterday was kick ass. i booked a bus/ferry trip to inishmore, the largest of the aran islands. i had no expectations and actually had doubts-- it came down to a trip to the islands or the cliffs of moher. as it was, i had no expectations about the islands so i was pleasantly surprised. on the hour-long bus ride to the port, i sat next to a girl (also named N) and we yakked the whole way there, then more on the ferry to the island. she's from NYC and a real kick. once we got to the island we hired a minibus coach tour for 10 euros that took us to dun angus (totally misspelled!!)-- an ancient celtic fort overlooking the atlantic. we walked to the edge of the cliff-- 300 feet up-- and crawled on our bellies to the edge. what a rush! it was dizzyingly fun. my brain was telling me there was no way i could fall or topple over-- i wouldn't topple forward if i was laying on the ground anywhere else-- but my gut was silently pleading with me to get up. what a stunning view and feeling-- ocean for as far as i could see. we lay there for about 10 mintues just talking about where we were and how crazy it was.
after the cliffs we had a stellar lunch and toured the rest of the island. i lost track of her before i caught the boat back and thought i'd never see her again cuz we didn't exchange emails or anything. but on a fluke i met her in a convenience store while she was buying trashy magazines and i was buying a phone card. it's nice to meet people along my way, but it's a treat when i meet wicked cool people i'd like to hang out with again. most people i meet are good just for a day (or an hour).
so i'm not making it out to the cliffs of moher. another time. all i wanted to do was lay on my stomach over a cliff wall and i did. and it rocked!