No matter how many pictures I snap, or how descriptive my words are, I cannot come even close to capturing the beauty, the culture, the essence of Ireland. For example, if I write about a walk down the path to Enniskerry from the Ritz, I would tell you about the green, mossy covered fields and how the golden leaves contrast against the smoky grey sky. A picture would reveal the old wooden fences weaving along the road, and the horses grazing in the mist. However, pictures and words cannot allow you to hear the animated chirping of red-breasted robins as they flit from tree to tree, or enable you to see the glow of morning light through the fog as it covers the land. You cannot feel the cool air against your skin, or the rain drops sliding down your cheeks and soaking your hair. Nothing I can say or show you is adequate. Breathing the brisk mountain air, strolling through the cool mist, soaking in the beauty of it all…this is the only way to experience Ireland.