Feeling like we were due for a trip, we went to the little town of Dingle in February. The town is known for their traditional music pub scene, fish, and beer--much like the rest of Ireland. It is also a haven for the Gaelic language which is the first language for many in the area.
(Side note: He wore this shirt around the high school and most of the kids just thought he is the kind of guy who might wear a shirt like this without any good reason. And they just might be right.)
You can still see the plots of land (in the upper hills) where the potatoes were left to rot in the ground during the great potato famine of 1845-1849. There were never again as many people in Ireland after the population dropped due to starvation and emigration and thus, no need to re-cultivate the land.
Gallarus Oratory: a 6th -9th century monastery church.
We don't know what he is saying but he is smiling at us.