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Between temples, city walls and a bridge that connects more than shores, we crossed from Northern Ireland to Ireland without even noticing. A day to reflect… and to sniff around.

From quiet caves to the Giant’s Causeway, via an overpriced bridge and some Chinese ladies shouting “E-AR-SAT” while I posed like a model. A perfect day for a canine explorer.

Waterfalls, ice cream, and a brave swim in Ballycastle before we venture into a hidden nook between field and forest, only for those who dare to take on a 4x4.

We didn't get to do the cliff path today, but we found a trail to the Blackhead lighthouse, some colorful houses that almost made me go cross-eyed, and a new spot by the sea to sleep.

Un ranger simpático, un pez de cerámica gigante, el Titanic a tamaño real y murales que hablan del pasado y del presente. Belfast se muestra sin filtros… y nos deja con mucho que contar.

In the early hours of the morning, the wind nearly blew the camper van away. Between ruins, traffic jams, and bagpipes, we ended the day sheltering in a forest near Belfast, this time with calm... I think.

Farewell hugs at the airport, mechanical scares on the road, and a final stop by the sea in Carlingford, with wind, good views, and the camper holding up... for now.

Amidst cathedrals, pubs, historic bridges and parks with absent-minded squirrels, Dublin stole our hearts… and almost our wallets with its parking.

Castles with giant telescopes, the first victim of a car accident in history... and a waitress who served me sweets like I was royalty. That's how my day went in Birr, ending amongst sheep and postcard-perfect views.

Picture-postcard landscapes, green trails, and salmon sandwiches with wine in the sun. We explored Connemara at our own pace. We didn't see everything, but we saw it all. And we lived it better.

Between a tiny dolmen, vertiginous cliffs, and tons of chips, we explored the wildest Ireland with the wind in our faces and laughter in the car. What an epic day!

Millennial ruins, persistent rain, a colossal pizza... and a toilet with more character than the owner of the apartment. Welcome to a very Irish Sunday.