04 Feb As Local As It Gets – Inis Mór, Aran Islands, Ireland

I'll set the scene: Arrive on ferry boat, a green landscape that would inspire Crayola, huts with thatched roofs and smoking chimneys, a man named Thomas and a horse named Johnny, another shade of green, fences made of rock and the smell of peat in the air. You're at the edge of Ireland. Not the Cliffs of Moher - you're on the Aran Islands and you own the islands. [caption id="attachment_1451" align="alignnone" width="300"] Inis Mor Arrival (Photo Credit: D. Palazzolo)[/caption] While designing programs, it's important to experience life as a local would. While I know a local wouldn't hire a horse and carriage to cart them around; locals do have horses and they do have carriages - and what better way to see the island than to have Thomas Faherty and one of his horses (Johnny) show us around? [caption id="attachment_1452" align="alignnone" width="300"] Johnny (the horse) and his Carriage (Photo Credit: D. Palazzolo)[/caption] Hiking to the Worm Hole requires one to have a keen eye and and strong ankles. Thomas dropped my wife and I off at a starting point and said, "Follow the red arrows. Make sure not to get sucked under by the tide. I'll meet you in a couple hours for some tea." As I looked out among the field of rough terrain, trying to locate even one red arrow, I noticed that, all of a sudden, the rock stopped. There was a cliff  and then there was a limestone pool...

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