Call it cliche, but a man, a dog, and the beach is almost picture perfect.
I took this through the window of the DART when we we're going out to visit Howth. It was so cold, our fingers felt like icicles. Granted, it was 10 degrees Celsius, but Florida to Dublin is no tropical getaway.
The town of Howth is built on a steep incline and includes some breath taking cliff scenes. We arrived late afternoon and had to trek up the incline in Europe's famous daily dosing of drizzle. But it was worth it, the scene of an old grave yard spilled before us and in the late afternoon glow it had an almost magical buzz.
By the time we reached the beach, the sky had closed back up and left behind an almost too-eerie rainbow that came from the sky and ended in the water by the shore. A miracle, it seemed, a rainbow in Ireland; as if the leprechans were practically dancing at our sides. We decided to climb the rocky beach to the walkway that jutted out into the water towards the setting sun. Needless to say, after almost killing ourselves on the slick stones, we made it and got to watch the sun set into the water while being surrounded by a tiny village named Howth.
Howth IS magic.
