Before I started sharing specifics of Rob’s and my Irish honeymoon with you all, I talked about the general slower pace of life I felt while there. What I think I failed to mention is the complete magic of the country as a whole, but especially at Muckross Abbey.

Muckross Abbey


Along the Ring of Kerry, in Kilarney National Park, is Muckross House. Rob and I were able to catch the last tour of the house for the day and our tour guide kept mentioning the Franciscan friary on the property. By the time our tour ended, we were too hungry to do anything but find food.

Since we planned to drive the Ring of Kerry backwards the following day, we woke up early and took the short walk from the parking lot to Muckross Abbey. It ranks as one of my favorite sites of the trip.

Muckross Abbey

As most tourists hit Muckross last because of the direction they’re encouraged to drive the Ring of Kerry, we had the entire monastery to ourselves, which is absolutely the most perfect way to see it. (We had decided to drive the Ring backwards.)

Muckross Abbey

There was something magical in those walls, halls, and stairs. I’m not sure if it was the misty Irish morning, the silence, or history.

Muckross Abbey

However, the truly the magical part was the large, twisting-trunk tree standing majestically in the center of the Abbey, growing up past three flours.

Muckross Abbey

Something about that tree demanded a stillness and peacefulness. It was the kind of place you wanted to bring a book or notebook so you would have a reason to sit beneath it all day.

Muckross Abbey

For it’s magic, Muckross Abbey should not be missed.

RQ: Have you ever been to a tourist spot when there were no other tourists?