Killarney National Park, Ireland

The Trees were Moving in Front of us When we Went a Gentle Slope

A mild summer wind played with my hair and made the leaves around us to dance, her soft noise mixing with the clip-rattling Palomino. Everything was green and shiny, as if freshly washed by a cold rain. My husband shook his hand on mine. I snapped out of my reverie and I looked at him with an instant smile, he happily. There was a little 'jerk, and the chauffeur hat floating in front of us.

"Sorry 'bout that, folks!" He said in his funny Irish accent.

He took the reins, and the horse snorting the pace and moved after the jaunty car we had rented, we dive deeper into the natural wonders of the Killarney National Park, a paradise of forests, lakes and mountains of sandstone. If you've never seen a car lively, let me tell you, it's like an open, two-wheeled chariot, by the way James Joyce, WB Yeats and George Bernard Shaw have ridden through their Ireland.

If our man suggested we try this year, Ireland, I knew it was Killarney

I loved everything about this fascinating city, which is so essential to the Irish: the old, historic buildings, the joyful spirit of the people, the scenery breathtaking. After arriving here, I fell in love with country charm and friendly atmosphere Kileen House where we hosted, and where spoiled our wonderful US guests with their monkfish, sticky toffee pudding, and the best we Guinness have never hand.

When we have our minds here, the Killarney National Park was one of the first must-see places on our Ireland Road Map, and now that I was here last I drank her beauty with my eyes greedily, like a painter has to dealing with a striking landscape before you start drawing.

"See, my dear, a castle," said my husband.

A magical castle came into view, swimming behind a crystal-clear sea, its high square keep high above battlements resistant stone.

"Ross Castle!" our experienced driver told us. "A tough team for Oliver Cromwell, while the Irish Confederate Wars crack."

Neither I nor my husband knew nothing Irish Confederate Wars, but we admired the grandeur of the palace that shoot in my opinion images of knights in shining armor and archers arrows evoked by flaming ramparts, and bands of knights Liberate like thunder on a drawbridge. Before long, the Abbey Muchross a beautiful ruin came into view, with a cemetery rather disturbing. Plunging deeper into the park, we met the Torc Waterfall collapse steep slopes at the base of Torc Mountain. It looked as fresh and beautiful as in Ireland videos of trip we saw before we left home.

The walk from the waterfall to the top of the mountain looked inviting, but we had to be loving and decided to leave the trek for another day of our drivers. The wheels were rolling, and our fleet was soon to sail with great care, the Gap of Dunloe, a narrow but beautiful mountain pass. I counted one, two, three, four, five, beautiful lakes in our midst, and so the driver is stopped at the old arched bridge between Coosaun Lough and the Black Sea, the famous Bridge Wishing where wishes are said to come true . My husband and I dismounted. We found a quiet place on the bridge of the other tourists, and quietly admire the imposing stone walls, streams and majestic mountains surrounding us. Drunk with the beauty of the place we were each other's eyes and made a wish. I wish for a child, and I knew he wanted to be the same.

Two years have passed since then, and it is believed that our lives have been blessed with a child? Not sure if all you want on the Wishing Bridge fact true, but I do know that a jaunty car ride through Killarney National Park is a fantastic experience. If you're not sure where the next vacation are, take a good Ireland Road Map and head to Killarney. You will not regret it.