Articles By: Megan Eaves
Falling in Love with Connemara
The bus was bumpy on the ride from Galway to Leenane when I first fell in love with a place. Connemara opened before me in large hills that took up the expanse of the bus windows. They were brown and lumbering and only dusted with a hint of the emerald that beckons travelers to more obvious parts of Ireland. Glass lakes spread below the mountains, creating perfect mirrors of each scene as we drove, and I snapped photos that never should have been so good from a bouncing bus
