Today—Friday, May 9—we hopped on a Paddywagon tour bus bright and early, crossing the River Liffey to meet our guide. Right away, we could tell this guy was a character: full of jokes, stories, and offbeat Irish charm. He told us a lot of stories—one about meeting Michael Bublé that somehow stretched 30 minutes—and kept the whole bus entertained all day.
Our first major stop was the Rock of Cashel, a beautiful site that looked like it was plucked from a fantasy novel. The ruins stood proudly on a hilltop, surrounded by green pastures and old graves. I felt like a little kid on a jungle gym—curious and energized.
Though our guide wasn’t the most informative about the site’s history, just standing in that landscape was magical enough. There’s something about old stone structures in the Irish countryside that makes you feel small in the best way.
From there, we made a quick stop in Cork. Our guide joked that people from Cork are “crazy,” but honestly, the town felt calm and modest. We grabbed a sausage roll, wandered by the river and some sculptures, and then headed back on the road.
It wasn’t a long stop, but it offered a glimpse into everyday Irish city life.The real highlight, though, was Blarney Castle. Yes—I kissed the Blarney Stone! It was surprisingly thrilling, and I even got a great photo of the moment.
After that, I wandered through the Blarney Gardens, which were absolutely stunning: fairy houses, tall grasses, flowers everywhere, and even a mysterious cave beneath the castle. Every step revealed something new—it felt like walking through someone’s dream.
Before heading back, I nearly bought a real Irish wool sweater, but the price (and the time crunch) held me back. Maybe for the best. The ride home was cozy, with more jokes from our guide—my favorite being his bit about teasing an older lady on the bus for “always being late,” calling her a secret assassin. It was all in good fun, and honestly, it made this one of my favorite days in Ireland so far.
