Today I'm leaving my home of the last couple months, The Valley House of Achill Island.
Achill Island is a relatively small island right off the west coast of Ireland. It is the off-season now, which pretty much means it isn't summer, and therefore mostly empty and closed down. I keep hearing about how wonderful and buzzing the island is during the summer with tourists, surfing, shops, 20 hour long days, sunshine, etc. Right now it's desolate. But desolate can be far more beautiful than buzzing, I think. In truth, I'm just a normal tourist, but when I'm one of the only tourists around, it feels like I alone, have found something special and so so full of character.
The scenery is breathtaking. Walking through the empty landscapes is like being in a Lord of the Rings movie, but the best part is the people I've met here. I could spend forever writing paragraph after paragraph on each person I've been acquainted with. That is not why you or I are here, however, and this is arguably just another way of telling their stories.
"There are so few people that come to this place. So when they do, you've gotta really love on them."
Bye ya'll! See you in Germany.