Fun fact: There are only six national parks in Ireland.
\nAnother fun fact: I\u00a0want to all of them before I leave.
\nThis past weekend I started and went to Killarney National Park. I talked about my needing to start my National Park Challenge enough that five other girls agreed to go with me. It was one of those trips\u00a0in which you could plan and research it inside and out, but then have no idea what to expect when you go. So basically any international trip. The girls and I got on a bus bright and early Saturday morning, only knowing we had to get off in Killarney. Where exactly? We weren’t sure. The bus ride was around two hours long, but all of us wouldn’t have cared if it were five hours long. Our eyes were glued to the window and to\u00a0the green wonderland that was passing by. Rolling hills covered in different green swatches, charming farm houses with sheep frocking in its field, and heartwarming towns that smelled like candies and happiness-we could have looked out the window all day. Although, about an hour and a half into our journey all of us were shocked to our core; there before us were snowcapped mountains. IRELAND HAS MOUNTAINS! All of us stared in disbelief at the scene and then started yelping for joy when we realized that we were going to those mountains. Those mountains were Killarney National Park! (Okay so maybe we didn’t plan and research this trip inside and out).
\nGetting off the bus, we\u00a0found our way into the park and instantly\u00a0were in awe. The monstrous mountains stole\u00a0our attention as they guarded over the green valleys and forests of the park. The sky and trees had a morning\u00a0mist, a thin layer of fog blanketed the grass, and you could feel the earliness of the hour\u00a0in the air. Everything\u00a0was dense, yet gentle. An overwhelming peace crept over us and it seemed as if we all entered a dream state. Dazed, we just started walking.\u00a0We followed\u00a0no path nor any sense of direction. Just\u00a0go to the mountains. We walked \u00a0through the rain, the muck, and the grass until we came to a fence. We honestly did not know what to do and just kind of stood there waiting for it to open or something.\u00a0In silence we stood for over a minute in the hazy surroundings, trying to snap out of it and gather a plan. Then a car drove up to us. I did a double take. Sure enough, in the middle of this green valley a white van was pulling up to us. Unsure how to even start comprehending this, I simply waved my hand and got the\u00a0van’s attention. The white van pulled over and two nicely dressed\u00a0Irish men politely gave me directions to a path they thought we would\u00a0enjoy and then causally\u00a0drove away into forest. This was easily the most bizarre scenario that could have happened but we all just went with it like it was normal. We followed their directions and sure enough found a mossy path along a gurgling river. The Irish men were right, we would enjoy this path.
\nThe rushing\u00a0blue river was lovely,\u00a0but our main attention was on the trees. There were\u00a0massive trees with\u00a0branches eagerly reaching towards to the sky and moss\u00a0scampering to cover any bare bark. There was not enough room for these trees to expand so the roots and branches became entwined and tangled together, creating an allusion of one overpowering tree. It was love at first sight and I never wanted to leave. But all good things have to come to an end, so we turned the corner.
\nI couldn’t feel much remorse, for leaving the woodsy enclosure for each part of the hike was a new type of mesmerizing.\u00a0We walked through open green fields, looking at the now clear and wide view of the mountains; we walked\u00a0through stone cobbled paths by the lake, listening to the luring lullaby of the water; and\u00a0we walked through\u00a0fairytale-like\u00a0forests, smelling the fresh earthy soil. It was hours of pure bliss. Nature has an odd way of making me feel like my truest self, of making me feel like I belong, of making me feel like I am home.
\nWe left Killarney with heavy hearts and our heads full of plans to come back. Walking around ten miles worked up an appetite, so we walked around the\u00a0little city outside the park and found a place to eat.\u00a0After a nice relaxed meal, we checked our phones and left the restaurant in a\u00a0chaotic sprint trying to find our bus stop. We had twenty minutes\u00a0before our\u00a0bus left. Panicked, with ten minutes left, we scrambled aimlessly around the city asking anyone and everyone for help. Five minutes left, we were running distressed from street to street. Two minutes past the departure time, we see our green bus driving\u00a0towards the exit of the city. Screaming and waving we run to it. The bus driver spots us, pulls over, waits for us to reach him, and then lets us on with a warm welcome.
\nWhat to take away from this article; Irish people are the nicest people on Earth, Ireland has mountains, and Killarney National Park is beautiful.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Fun fact: There are only six national parks in Ireland. Another fun fact: I\u00a0want to all of them before I leave. This past weekend I started and went to Killarney National Park. I talked about my needing to start my National Park Challenge enough that five other girls agreed to go with me. It was … <\/p>\n