On the ferry to get to Aran Islands. It takes about an hour by boat to reach Inis Mor (the big one). (It's population is still less than 1,000.)
An Irish Sunset - view from the boat.
There are three pubs on Inis More....One of them happens to be called the American Bar. This is me jumping for joy.
MJ is checking out the hot Aran Island police officer. Mmmm Hmmmm
Yes, we were woken up by a rooster. Two of them were dueling for who could be the loudest.
Cute old man going for his Sunday stroll.
Biking is the best way to get around the island. You can rent a bike for 10 euro a day.
Typical Irish thatched roof cottage. I'm so happy to be cycling.
....10 minutes later....(I had my jacket over the handle bars since it was actually semi-warm. It got tangled in the front wheel spoke and I flew off the road....It took us 15 minutes to get it out!)
We stumbled upon a gorgeous beach!
Hooray for water!
A little sweater shop. The Aran Islands are known for their woolen sweaters with the knitted weaves. Most men on the island are fishmerman. In the past, each family on the island had a specific type of style for the sweater, so if someone got lost at sea, they could identify them by the sweater when the washed up weeks later. Depressing, but interesting.
Dun Aenghus Fort. A fort built atop the highest point of the island. You can literally see the entire width of the island at the top without moving your head from side to side. This was built in the Bronze Age.
The cliffs of the Aran Islands.
We took a nap on the edge (don't worry; it's not as dangerous as it sounds since it was not windy.) Such a relaxing day!
The waves make massive, violent crashing sounds as they collide with the cliff face and spray towards the heavens.
Don't look down!
On the ferry to get to Aran Islands. It takes about an hour by boat to reach Inis Mor (the big one). (It's population is still less than 1,000.)
An Irish Sunset - view from the boat.
There are three pubs on Inis More....One of them happens to be called the American Bar. This is me jumping for joy.
MJ is checking out the hot Aran Island police officer. Mmmm Hmmmm 
Yes, we were woken up by a rooster. Two of them were dueling for who could be the loudest.
Cute old man going for his Sunday stroll.
Biking is the best way to get around the island. You can rent a bike for 10 euro a day.
Typical Irish thatched roof cottage. I'm so happy to be cycling.
....10 minutes later....(I had my jacket over the handle bars since it was actually semi-warm. It got tangled in the front wheel spoke and I flew off the road....It took us 15 minutes to get it out!) 
We stumbled upon a gorgeous beach!
Hooray for water!
A little sweater shop. The Aran Islands are known for their woolen sweaters with the knitted weaves. Most men on the island are fishmerman. In the past, each family on the island had a specific type of style for the sweater, so if someone got lost at sea, they could identify them by the sweater when the washed up weeks later. Depressing, but interesting.
Dun Aenghus Fort. A fort built atop the highest point of the island. You can literally see the entire width of the island at the top without moving your head from side to side. This was built in the Bronze Age.
The cliffs of the Aran Islands.
We took a nap on the edge (don't worry; it's not as dangerous as it sounds since it was not windy.) Such a relaxing day!
The waves make massive, violent crashing sounds as they collide with the cliff face and spray towards the heavens.
Don't look down!
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