Today I went to the Cliffs of Moher with my boyfriend Emmet, Tiffany, and her mom. There was a lot of anticipation leading up to our tour as the weather report first said it was going to rain, then a couple days later said it was going to be partly cloudy, then a few days after that said it was going to be pouring rain. Considering the forecast didn’t seem promising, we were all a little tentative to take the tour. However, seeing that my boyfriend and Tiffany’s mom were going to leave on Tuesday, we had to make the bold decision to take our chances. Praying to God that the weather would ease up, we booked our tickets preparing for the worst.
We woke up this morning and the weather in Dublin was nice and sunny. However, we didn’t want to get our hopes up just yet because the weather at the cliffs could be completely different. 30 minutes into the drive, our bus rolled to a stop. Everyone on the bus began to look around as we all sat wondering what was going on. A couple of minutes later, the bus driver announced that the bus had a flat tire. Of course, superstitious me began to feel that this was a sign and that the worst was yet to come. I began to think that our journey to the cliffs would be a rainy disaster. Eventually, a new (much nicer) bus finally came to pick us up and we were back on our way to the cliffs.
Two hours into the trip, my bad weather suspicions grew stronger as we drove through miles and miles of thick fog. I looked over at my boyfriend and we exchanged the same “this is going to be bad” look. Then, all of a sudden, just as we had given up hope, our bus burst through the fog and entered into what felt like a completely new country. Rolling hills of green and sunshine as far as the eye could see graced our presence. My jaw literally dropped at how drastic the weather changed.
Finally, we reached the Cliffs. To put it simply, the view was absolutely stunning. The temperature was at a cool 60 degrees Fahrenheit with mild winds. Sunbeams were radiating from the clouds, revealing every wrinkle along the cliffs and reflecting against the ocean to display that deep, Atlantic blue color. Waves came crashing along the rocks and the birds were chirping in happiness. I felt like I was in heaven. The course of events that took place leading up to our arrival to the Cliffs definitely made the view that much sweeter. I mean, I can’t rave about it enough. If you are in Ireland, this attraction is a must see.