The Dingle Peninsula lived up to my expectations, and then some.
It didn't hurt that we stayed at the Heaton's Guesthouse with a breakfast buffet like this every morning, not to mention omelettes and hot breakfast dishes from the menu too.
Next comes the scenery on the Dingle Peninsula. It reminded me a little bit of the Icy Straits in Alaska near Glacier Bay, with a little Big Sur thrown in.
And then there is the music. The town of Dingle is a thriving center of traditional Irish music. So one night we attended a concert at the Irish Church and went both nights to O'Sullivan's Pub (recommended by my colleagues Wanda and Dorothy, who know the owners Tom and Saundra O'Sullivan).
The pub scene in Dingle was much more enjoyable than that of the rowdy pub we went to in the Temple Bar of Dublin. In Dublin, the performers had an edge to their playing: louder and faster seemed to be de rigeur. Plus in Dublin the audience members were always talking over the highly amped music, they were rowdy (how could I forget the bachelor party from Manchester?), and the emcee was definitely raunchier. Entertainment won out over the music, hands down. Not so in Dingle.
Spend some time there if you get the chance.
All the best,
Mary
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