Day two Ireland. The three of us got back on the road and headed around the Dingle Peninsula. The weather was much prettier but it was still a bit cold. We drove along the coast and saw some windy beaches from the car mostly. Staying in the car just sounded like more fun. Along the way we kept spotting herds of sheep. Punk rocker sheep. I do not know what the deal is with al these sheep being spayed pink or blue of orange or a mixture of colors. Poor humiliated sheep. 

Then we headed up the Conor Pass. YIKES! The once 1 and a half car wide road went down to just barely 1 car wide. And there were big crazy rocks poking all around. It was great. Driving for a couple hours would make my eyes so tired. I must not be used to it anymore. Americans are so accustomed to being in their cars. We had almost made it to the summit when we realized we were practically on empty. I think I can, I think I can, I think I can. We made it to the top and the trip down made our gas take look a lot more generous. We had lunch in Dingle. Cute town. I found Daniel an awesome sweater jacket and then decided to buy it later at a different store. What a bummer idea. Sorry Daniel, no present for you. 😥 Before we went on our way to see the rest of the peninsula and head out to Killarney we grabbed some honeycomb ice cream. If you ever see it offered any where, get it!