Some places you visit, take a few photos, post something online, and move on.
And then there are places that simply refuse to let you go.
Donegal firmly belongs in the second category.
Because how else do you explain going there “just for a weekend” and coming back with plans for five more expeditions, a list of places you’ll definitely reach next time, and a completely irrational belief that the weather will somehow behave better? (Spoiler: it won’t.)
Donegal is a bit like that friend in the pub who says:
“Just one more, and then we’re off.”
Except in Donegal, “just one more” might mean:
- cliffs taller than your Monday motivation,
- waterfalls hidden like they actively dislike visitors,
- abandoned places that look ready for their own Netflix series,
- beaches that make you wonder whether you accidentally drove into Iceland,
- and roads Google Maps presents with suspicious confidence despite looking more like geological experiments than transport infrastructure.
And that’s only the beginning.
Because Donegal isn’t a single destination. It’s an entire ecosystem of stories, landscapes, weather-related nonsense, and places that deserve their own chapters.
And that’s precisely what we intend to do.
We’ll be back.
More than once.
Because we haven’t seen everything yet.
And even the places we have seen somehow look different every single time.
Donegal doesn’t say goodbye.
Donegal says:
“See you when the weather pretends to cooperate.”