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IRELAND
The hills really are green. Church ruins, pubs painted red, stone walls, and whitewashed houses. Hay wrapped in plastic bundles and stacks of peat. Riding my bike through Dolphin's Barn, going to mass in Athlone, and chasing cows in Connemara. Getting sunburned.