The Magic of Walks
If we had a family crest with some ancient latin words, it would definitely read something about long walks. Walking is our love language. When our girls think back to their earliest memory, I bet walking will be involved.
We took one of my eldest cousins and the girls our to Kinsale today, which is a picturesque village on the Wild Atlantic Way. It is also known as a foodie spot in West Cork - that is when the restaurants are actually open. Wednesday, as it turns out, is a bit of a rest day in the Irish culinary scene.
But you know what they say... if you can't eat, walk.
This morning we attached a rider board to the stroller so Nora can stand on for longer walks when Maeve is in the stroller. It was perfect for those long uphill segments along the water.
I find we have our best conversations on long walks. Today was no different, catching up with my cousin Sean over the 3 kms of hills, while fielding sporadic and curious interruptions from Nora.

Highlights
â Next Door Cafe (Macroom)ď¸ - charming cafe inside of an old hotel, with lovely baked goods
đ˝ď¸ Lemon Leaf Cafe (Kinsale) - brunch spot with a surprisingly clean feeling irish breakfast, and delicious cake.