ne of my most memorable moments was going to the Aran Islands. We rented bikes when we got there and just started pedaling. There were about 15 of us riding around, stopping in front of cool cottages, taking pictures with old Irish farmers. We headed up this huge hill and the view was unbelievable. Rolling green hills in every direction with stone walls to mark the territory of each farmer’s land.
A few of us headed back down the hill because it looked like it might rain, but a couple friends and I kept riding. The rocks became almost impossible to ride on. We looked around and there wasn't a person in sight. We stopped to ask an old Irish man how to get back into town. He mumbled something in a thick Irish accent and pointed down a long road.
It wasn't long after that it started to drizzle, then rain, then pour. Our hands were frozen to the bikes and we were soaked. We saw a small church up ahead and decided to duck inside for a while until the rain stopped. We waited a few minutes then headed out again.
Finally we found our way back! We parked our bikes and went inside this little pub where the rest of our group had been eating and drinking Guinness the whole time we were gone. We ordered fish and chips and hot chocolate and sat by a fire. This was one of my favorite moments on the entire trip.