Giant’s Causeway Thanksgiving
I missed the pumpkin pie and the days off from class, but Thanksgiving weekend was full and enjoyable. One might say I saved the best for last, only now seeing Northern Ireland’s most famous tourist attractions. Our tour bus drove along the coast stopping first at the Carrick-A-Rede rope bridge. Crossing the Bridge Fortunately, the weather was for the most part dry, and the bridge only shook from the clomping walk of the person in front of me. It was made out to be scary, but I wasn’t scared. While my friend was encouraging her bravery by saying to herself, “Don’t look down,” I attribute looking down to my calm. It was so pretty that it distracted my fear. (I also expected it to be longer.)
Our next stop was the ruins of the Dunluce Castle. A romantic epic situated on the edge of a cliff. A cave underneath the house served as a garage for ships. The kitchen once collapsed in the late 17th century and the seven cooks were swallowed by the sea. I was giddy to climb around the ruins.
Our last stop was the Giant’s Causeway, a mysterious geological formation of basalt hexagons that fit together like the pattern of a soccer ball (excuse me, football). Legend has it that an Irish giant challenged a Scottish giant to a fight, and had built a bridge so that they could meet. The Irish giant soon realized that the Scottish giant was significantly larger than him and ran to his “mammy” for advice. She dressed him up like a baby. When the Scottish giant came she told him that his opponent would soon be back from the fields. While he was waiting the cooing babe bit his finger off. He decided that if the baby was that large and fierce he didn’t want to fight the adult version. So he ran away throwing the bridge behind him, piling the rocks as we see them today.