Ireland: tha last stage

Time to go back... sigh!!! We landed from Los Angeles to Dublin, the crowdy capital of my beloved Ireland. I personally don't like that city too much, in particular if comparred to the gorgeous sceneries could offer the rest of the island. For that reason we didn't spend there too much time... just enough for a pilgrimage to the amazing Guinness Brewery in St. James Gate, where we learnt how to draught the "black gold perfect pint", and for a visit to the other Dublin main sights: Trinity College and Temple Bar. On a shitty car we quickly reached Newgrange, which is well known for the most important celtic megalithic tomb, and then we continued to discover the ancient taste of Ireland going west to Clonmacnoise - a site famous for its ruins showing the oldest Christian building complex in the whole Northern Europe. According to the mood of my trip we moved to the Irish west coast, which is absolutely stunning and definetely better than the east one. So we went on Achill Island, County Mayo, in the less touristical area of Ireland but the more charming too. Achill Island is an undiscovered tourist-free natural shrine: the slower way of living can make you feel the breeze of real Ireland past times while the thrilling views over the cliffs are lovely to see the stormy sea roaring closer to an emerald field full of quiet sheeps. Connemara, Galway, County Clare... all those places we crossed meant only one thing to me: time to come back home has come.