The Diamond Hill

 Waiting for the bus in Cleggan.

A new wwoofer arrived this week from The Netherlands named Darragh. This trip has had no shortage of amazing people! He grew up in Amsterdam and Ireland as well, and he's been going to a school outside of Amsterdam dedicated to Biodynamic Farming. That's made for some very interesting conversations. 

 No words are needed to explain this majestic hike.

  On top of the world claiming the highest point as mine.

The hike was only half the adventure for the day. When we made it to the small town at the base of The Diamond Hill we found out there weren't any buses until later in the afternoon so we decided to split up into two groups and hitch hike, but before then we picked up some marshmallows, chocolate, and cookies for later that night. Me and Floriane went ahead and about 20 minutes later we see Darragh and Margot passing us in the back of a car!! We continue on, still trying to hitch hike, and all the sudden it hits me, "NOOOOO THE MARSCAPONE!" Before I left Linda let me choose something I wanted to cook and I chose my banana muffins and I was supposed to get marscapone but I forgot. Hah. Floriane was laughing so hard about my reaction. About an hour later someone finally stopped and she happened to be going past the small town we were in, and actually knew about the farm. Perfect.

Beach time. We gathered a bunch of firewood, and set off to the private beach (and I say private because rarely was anyone ever there) for an epic night. We made our own little fire pit and I rolled 4 huge boulders from the surrounding area for chairs. 

 Floriane taught us some groovy dance moves.

As we were leaving in the middle of the night I saw almost every house had a tv on. I looked over at Darragh and he was thinking the same thing. This is how a good chunk of the world lives. 9-5 job. Come home and watch tv. I don't know about you but I'd rather be on the beach with my feet in the sand, under the stars, roasting some mallows, listening to music, and dancing.