Travel to Inis Mor
A light Atlantic breeze welcomes the ferry just docked at the port of Inis Mór, where an ancient quiet silences the roar of the waves that shatter on the sides of the boats. The swarm of tourists, visitors and travelers moves away on bicycles, buses, buggies and it gets lost in the veins of cement and clay that tacitly penetrate the island. The deep blue of the sea gives way to the intense green of wild fields, to the plain grey of centenarian stone walls, to the purest white of clouds simultaneously penetrated by atonal slashing raindrops and pale sunbeams. The scenery of the Aran Islands seems to mimic the mysticism of Monet’s delicate brushstrokes that stop the flow of time and make timeless every experience on this land.