As of today, you now have the opportunity to virtually visit the Wild West of Ireland.…Continue
Added by Wild West Irish Tours on October 29, 2017 at 10:00am — No Comments
Good morning (afternoon) to you all! Hope the week is treating you well so far.
We at Wild West Irish Tours just wanted to take a moment to say thanks - and to introduce the special event kicking off tonight: the launching of the brand new, exclusive Wild West Atlantic Way Tour!
Yep – you heard it here first (or possibly second; if you follow us elsewhere), folks – we’re gearing up to do…Continue
Added by Wild West Irish Tours on July 18, 2017 at 10:00am — No Comments
Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame! -- W.B.…Continue
Added by Wild West Irish Tours on June 15, 2017 at 1:30pm — No Comments
As the crisp air blows down the rocky hills and shadows creep on across Western walls of leaning stones, the great Celtic Pilgrimage finds itself in the home stretch.
The Westies of the Wild Irish West Tours came to Ireland visitors -- some returning,…Continue
The oratory of St. Colman echoes with hundreds upon hundreds of years worth of worshipful memory.
In a secluded glade of ancient trees nestled against the breast of the Burren, a landscape so surreal and old it seems the surface of a planet in a galaxy…Continue
To fully experience the Celtic spirit, one must embrace not only the essence of a pilgrim, but also the land the pilgrim walks upon.
Places such as Galway's Brigit's Garden are sacred keepers of beloved earthly traditions. A calendar year in the form of…Continue
All Souls Night. A time of bonfires bursting to life beneath a cloudy sky. The grass wet from late Autumn mists that tumble haphazardly down the mountainsides as if driven by reckless celestial abandon. The soft moan of wind as it rushes through the caverns and…Continue
There is poetry written into this land. Much like there is poetry written into the Irish soul. Poetry is not, as many think, a pretty art of whimsy and folly. Poetry, more oft than not, is the rawest and freest means of expression a person can…Continue
The ritual of cleansing oneself with water to begin anew is an old one.
From the seemingly simple act of taking a shower to the tradition of baptising a baby, water is seen as a nurturing source of life and a cyclical element. Its…Continue
Added by Nicole Samantha Fishkind on October 26, 2016 at 5:30pm — No Comments
There is something deeply engrained in our makeup as a species to seek out our roots. To water them with knowledge and expressively branch out into the universe with greater understanding. To discover what makes us grow. We are constantly reaching for…Continue
Have you ever had a feeling of déjà vu and known it was something you can’t possibly have experienced in your own lifetime? I get this feeling often, a heartfelt pining for a time period I’ve never lived through and a place that I’ve never even visited. Many of these feelings are tied directly to Ireland in the early 20th century and onward. I’ve never been to Ireland and although I’m not about to disclose my age, suffice it to say that while I may not be a spring chicken anymore I certainly…Continue
Added by Wendy Kowal on June 10, 2015 at 8:30pm — No Comments
Arise in the morning with a day anew
What new adventures are waiting for you
Chatter and laughter filling the air
Full Irish breakfast is the fare
We spy the blue beastie driving up from the drive
Quickly we get ready like bees in a hive
We board our blue stallion…Continue
Added by William Huckeby on June 6, 2015 at 8:30am — No Comments
'It’s the little things that happened quite spontaneously and unexpectedly that made this trip so special.'
By Marie Evans, Decatur TX
Added by Wild West Irish Tours on February 2, 2015 at 5:30pm — No Comments
This farthing coin was recently sold on eBay for $102.50. When it was minted in 1842, as a trading token by James O'Flynn it was worth only a quarter of one penny. Ja…Continue
Eugene Daly was dreaming, in a deep sleep. In the dream, he was playing his uileann pipes to a rapturous audience of dancers in the ship's sumptuous main ballroom. He played like a man possessed, jigs and reels, in perfect pitch. The audience were thrilled. All of a sudden he panicked and woke. He had woken up to the sound of water lapping under his bunk. Unused to…Continue