Tired...

...doesn't even begin to describe me. I've done a lot of climbing this weekend so I figure I'll start with Saturday. Saturday I went to Cashel, Co. Tipperary (By the way Uncle Paul Tipperary is only about a 2 hour bus ride from here.). The trip was amazing. First we went to the Rock of Cashel and watched a video on the area and explored it. It was beging retored so some it wasn't available for viewing. but the areas that were were just breathtaking. TWe walekd through the cemetery too which had absolutely beautiful Celtic Crosses as almost all of the stones. I got some great pictures of it. That was a pretty quick walk, although it was really fun to explore we finished with it rather wuickly. We could see another castle-like building in the distance and went into the main entrance to ask the desk worker how to get to the castle. She told us how and said something about please don't break down the gate to go through. We had no idea what she meant - the gate had a door. I have a feeling she wanted us to walk all the way down and around but let's be real. We are all college students and we clearly know that the quickest way to get somewhere is in a straight line. So (in preparation for Sunday's adventure) we mountaineered down the side of the hill for the Abbey in the distance. When we got there we were amazed. In my personal opinion it was a lot more fun to explore this abbey than it was to explore the rock of Cashel. Both were cool but I quickly realized that you could easily climb the Abbey, so I did and other followed and next thing you know we are all on top of the Abbey. It was turdy it had lasted since 1272, so I wasn't too worried and It was so cool to be standing on top of it and look around. I could see for miles. I wish I could describe the feeling of when I was on top of the abbey. It just felt so good, so amazing, so utterly incomprehensible and unbelievable. Eventually we scurried down off of the abbey and walked into town where we stopped at a cute little nook and got some delicious lunch which were all cracing. by the time we finished, we were done and ready to go home. We were all tired from walking and just wanted to be home. I went across the street to check the bus schedule and realized that the bus was supposed to have been there 4 minutes ago, and that the next one wasn't for 2 hours. I went in and told everyone that there were two possibilities: A. The bus was late. or B. The bus left roughly 5 minutes ago and the next wasn't for 2 hours. We decided to stand by the bus stop and pray that, like many things in Ireland, the bus was late. When we saw the bus coming around the corner we all pumped our fists into the air. Victory was ours, plus a nice 2 hour ride home which would most definitely include naps for all of us. By the time we got home it was around 7 here and I figured I would lay down for a bit since I had a skype date at 9 with my family. Unfortunately I didn't awake until about midnight and it was only because a friend texted me. What can you do. I chatted with mom (Hi mom!) for a bit and went to bed because Sunday would be a bright and early start.
I was up by 7am on Sunday because we had to catch a bus to Mahon Falls at 8:30 in order to go mountaineering with the UCC Mountaineering club. Just so we are clear mountaineering is totally different than hiking - hiking has a path. Mountaineering has a MOUNTAIN. You follow a trail of sheep shit half the time and the rest of it you just pray. It was amazing. The weather was absolutely perfect for it and it was one of the best experiencing of my life. Granted as I write this at 10pm my feet are throbbing and my legs can barely move - but it was totally worth it. I cannot even begin to express the level of amazement I had. I did put up pictures though so you can see exactly what I am talking about. But there is something to point out - both Saturday and Sunday - pictures do not do this justice. No picture I took even compared to the view in person. It was utterly breathtaking. When we reached the top of the mountain I was in awe of everything around me. I could see the ocean! Clouds were floating by us at one point! There are no words that could ever do this experience justice. Since pictures are suppose to say a thousand words I pray that you will find some explanation that portrays the magnitude of the experience that I was so lucky to take part in. Sunday is the Lord's Day and I truly felt like God was all around me when I was at the top of that mountain. The rays of sun shining through the clouds and the scenery that surrounded me everywhere I looked. I wish I could have shared those moments with all of you.