Dublin – Glendalough – Wicklow Mountains

A small capital with a huge reputation. This describes Dublin perfectly. For years this town we called home and going back with Jasmine makes this journey extra special.

Christ Church; The most photogenic spot in Dublin.

There are many ways to discover Dublin’s Viking past, but Dublinia the city’s Viking and Medieval museum has interactive exhibits that are specifically designed to appeal younger visitors. Especially after we discovered through My Heritage DNA research that our ancestors came from Scandinavia, it was a must to visit.

Discovering our Viking roots in Dublinia

After years of moving to the Netherlands I still miss Dublin. Mostly the intimate atmosphere. Dublin is a small village disguised as a capital, where going for a walk is as much an opportunity for socialising as actually making an arrangement to meet someone. Even in the most familiar town, you can still find new bits to be enthousiastic about. Dublin is never disappointing.

This lake is named Guinness lake for obvious reasons.

The best thing about Dublin is that within 10 minutes you find yourself in a fairytale forest.

Glendalough (two lakes), nature’s playground for most Dubliners.

A visit to Gendalough is a trip through ancient history combined with a refreshing hike in the hills. The ancient monastic settlement was founded by St Kevin in the 5th century. St Kevin was the first and ultimate animal whisperer. The ancient version of Dr. Doolittle.

No hour of life is wasted that is spent in the saddle

We booked a tour on tripadvisor.com with Hilltoptreks to go horse riding in the Wicklow Mountains. The trip was arranged perfectly and I would highly recommend it to all horse lovers around the world. We absolutely loved it and the fact that it included a pickup and drop off from Dublin city centre saved us the hassle to rent a car.

Bye Dublin, let’s meet up soon again!


It’s time to introduce you to the wonderful world of our home away from home: Ireland. Once upon a time we used to live in Ireland, this is how the story begins…

Exactly one year ago I felt the strong desire to visit Ireland for St. Patricks day but this time not Dublin as we are too familiar with the dirty old town. Dublin has been our home for years and by now I know every street and every corner. So this time me and my Irish sidekick Laura went on a roadtrip: Dublin – Blarney – Killarney – Ennistimon.

Blarney castle

Driving on the left is not a problem for me. Driving in general is. But we survived and received only one parking ticket afterwards. I prefer postcards.

Magic everywhere

At Dublin airport we picked up our rental car and drove to our first stop: Rock of Cashel. This castle on the hill makes you believe to have reincarnated into a Game of Thrones episode.

Blarney castle

We stayed the night in Blarney next to the famous castle. The next morning we visited the castle and gardens and kissed the Blarney stone. From this day on we have the ability to convince anyone or anything.

Kissing the Blarney stone. When Jasmine received this picture she was wondering whether I lost my head…

After visiting the caste and gardens we had been on the road most of the day exploring the Ring of Kerry. Such an amazing experience driving on these little roads leading us to medieval ruins, soaring mountains, waterfalls and rugged cliffs.
Ireland, you are a beauty

Ring of Kerry

This year we celebrated St. Patrick’s day in Killarney. Unfortunately the dresscode in Killarney is slightly different than Dublin which means we were overdressed. On top of it the rugby final England v Ireland was playing on the same day. Nothing can stop us to join a party so we became loyal and true rugby fans. Just for a day.

The award for outfit of the year goes to….

The next day we conquered snow, wind and all forces of nature to see the Cliffs of Moher. After we went off to our spa retreat to regain our strength. It’s a hard knock life for us.

Cliffs of Moher

This roadtrip definitely qualifies as legendary! With hours of driving on unpaved roads even our navigator had never heard of. In fact he stopped talking once we left Dublin. Ending up celebrating St Patrick’s day in Killarney seriously overdressed (Yes, in Dublin we dress up for the occasion). Kissing the Blarney stone surrounded by Americans with Irish roots. And climbing the Cliffs of Moher where we were almost blown away to a far away land due to the extreme weather conditions. It was all grand!