Connemara, Achill, Sligo, Ireland. A video wrap-up. (And the amazing Sean Cunningham.)

In the past few years, I have spent months driving around Ireland. Nearly all of it. With few exceptions, it has been a series of visual and personal and altogether very Human revelations — which, when Fate tips it’s hat, travelling can gift you. But it does not always happen. With Ireland it happens again and again. What I have documented on the Outspoken Traveler goes way beyond a friendly Guiness in a pub, or any the other easily lived — and delightful — experiences when one visits.

Nature, the land, the myths, the joys and pains, the history both bitter and beautiful, it reveals itself constantly in this country and its people. Visiting Sligo brought them all together with the guidance of the deeply passionate booster Sean Cunningham, of the Sligo Welcome Ambassadors, a unique program in Ireland. More on him and the trip in another post.

While Clifden was fun, Connemara jaw-dropping, Achill magical, Sligo ended up the most wonderful surprise — a place so little mentioned when people speak of Ireland, and how sad. It may have more of what the entire island encompasses than anywhere I had been.