It doesn’t take much to make a favorite travel memory in Ireland, but this one had nothing to do with Guinness or pubs (although I’ve got some of those too). My sister, her roommate, and I were at the mid-trip fork in the road. I had hit London pretty hard in the first half for New Years and would have been content to go home.
But Ireland was Sammi’s choice and I had to suck it up. We were only in Cork for one night and I had already had a meltdown over the 2 km hike to our hostel and an email I received from my school. Lindsay, the runner of the group, mentioned going for a walk. We all needed the fresh air, so we began our steep hike up Richmond Hill.
The colorful houses and view of the water reminded me of Charleston, so I couldn’t help but smile when I wasn’t gasping for breath. Once we reached the top, we were greeted with the best view we had seen all trip (which had included a pricey ride on the London Eye). You could see the rows of houses lined up along the peaks and valleys, as well as university students playing frisbee in t-shirts in January. I just sighed and let go.
What is your favorite travel memory?
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