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The day my mom and I drove the Dingle peninsula was one of the best days of my life to date. After spending our morning horseback riding through the countryside, we ate a picnic lunch overlooking the harbor (which included famous Murphy’s ice cream — sea salt and butterscotch) and then started our loop. The day stayed bright and clear; we couldn’t have asked for more perfect weather. As I drove with the windows rolled down, my mom read portions of our guidebook out loud so that we could decide when to stop… which was every five minutes or so. We especially loved the beehive huts, or clochán, and Dunbeg Fort, built around 500 bc and currently crumbling ever so slowly into the sea. We explored and adventured, hiking up hills and climbing over rocks to see it all. I never tired of the views. I could have stayed forever, and probably would have if it weren’t for our adorable bed & breakfast and some amazing Chinese food in Limerick that evening calling our names.