The North of Ireland is literally one of the most beautiful places i have ever seen in my life and i have seen a lot of places. The rolling hills of green laced with veins of gray stone walls under a reddish blue afternoon sky is breathtaking. Yesterday my dear friend and Emerald Isle guide Mark Drumm, ventured about 20 miles north of his hometown to an ancient castle called Monea Castle. The landscape was perfect, an amazing ruined stone structure surrounded by white stone walls, placed on top of a hill overlooking fields now occupied by cows and horses. The smell of the pines after an early Irish rain fills the air, the setting sun tries to peak through the thick blanket of storm clouds one last time before it retires for the evening and the grazing beasts are making their way home. After taking some photos of the broken down stone spiral staircases, the dungeon, and the arrow holes built into the walls the size of golf balls that the English would shoot through, i did what any respectable American tourist would do! Climbed up to the highest point i could get to, took off my shirt, displayed the Irish moon for the world to see and raised my arms over my head screaming at the top of my lungs, "FREEDOM!"
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