It was going to be a long day. The night before we had stayed out late on a pub crawl and that morning we had approximately 240 miles of driving planned with many stops in-between.
After a quick breakfast in Dublin (sandwiches from a grocery store), we made our way south towards the Wicklow mountains. Our first stop was Enniskerry, a small village which I had visited three years earlier. We grabbed a coffee and then visited "Aladdins Cave", an antique gallery on Church Hill that is PACKED with cool antiques including paintings, silver, jewelry,etc. After a long conversation with the gallery owner, John O' Brien, I picked up a circa 1870 Victorian-style tankard to make a pair out of the one I had bought at the same gallery during my last visit.
The next stop, a spontaneous one, was at Glendalough – home of an early medieval monstac settlement founded in the 6th century by St. Keven, a hermit priest, in a beautiful glacial valley.
Glendalough really impressed me. It's one of those many places in Ireland where pictures could never do justice. After walking through the gravestones and buildings, we took a few minutes to stick our feet in the water and relax for a bit. It was freezing, like we had expected, but also refreshing considering the long drive ahead.
We continued through the mountains and then made our way towards Cashal, passing through Kilkenny along the way. I had originally planned on stopping here, but with the stop at Glendalough we didn't have enough time.
Around sunset we found ourselves at the Rock of Cashal, much later than expected. The castle was closed at this point, but we still enjoyed the views from a nearby hill. For dinner we stopped at a local pub and it was probably the worst meal we had all week.