The first of many steps of my journey.

After enduring the six hour flight to Dublin, I took a bus to Cork, which lead through small towns and through many counties, bringing me to the town that I've been dreaming of for seven years. There in Cork on Patrick's quay (which I learned is pronounced 'key') I was met by my friends. We walked through the streets of Cork and then drove to Macroom,  where we stopped along the way to walk a beautiful trail that was lined by water on either side. We walked until we were deep into the path, free of the sounds of civilization (though I have found that it is quite peaceful where ever you go) and surrounded by the serene peacefulness that the trees, the water and distance have to offer. This area, as my friend explained to me (a local of the area for his entire life), was once the largest forest in the country; however a damn was built and the area flooded, destroying a large amount of the areas sacred forest.
After a day of absorbing my new surroundings I was quick to identify where I feel that my satisfaction for this place lies; the greenery in contrast with the stone pathways, walls and buildings, all of which seems to hold a majestic appeal, one that is both historic and unique- capturing a beauty unlike one that I have yet encountered. The buildings are typically bland coloured- shades of white, beige, and light tones of grey, stucco and stone faces represent the shops and cafes and are elegantly highlighted with strong but classic colours of red, green, black and gold, presenting the names of the businesses that are scattered throughout.