Countess Markievicz is not a name that is forgotten easily. So much more than a muse of a poet – a nurse, a seamstress, a countess, a rebel leader. You might’ve heard her name mentioned in the Wild West of Ireland, or she may have been someone you came across when previously checking out our
Ireland is green, Ireland is beautiful, and of course, there’s Guinness by the pint. Wild West Irish Tours makes a point of stopping in authentic pubs and restaurants known to serve a variety of drinks. Whether you’re in for a cuppa or pint, the options for beverages is bountiful. You might even say your cup
Ireland is full of traditions and we’ve chosen to highlight a few of our favorite Irish wedding traditions. We’ve had Wild Westies from all over celebrate their weddings and anniversaries with us. Something Blue You might be familiar with the wedding tradition of “something old, something new / something borrowed, something blue.” The rhyme is
It’s not quite Fall! But if you’d like to pretend it’s already the season of falling leaves and spooky stories, I suggest you grab your pumpkin spice latte, your softest blanket, and cozy up with a look at Ireland in the Fall, and our top three reasons why you should visit! Ireland’s Fall Foliage Ireland
We arise and go now into legendary territory – where even the smallest of stories can cast the most incredible shadows. Some are silhouettes of lovers cast against landscapes of raw beauty. Others are amorphous monsters who lurk out of sight just beyond the mists…
Here are 6 mystical beings you could take home from the Wild West of Ireland.
It’s almost time to go home – but I’m just not ready yet! As a Wild Westie experiencing the varied and plentiful things to do on The Heart of the Wild West Tour; I can honestly say I’m spoiled for choice to pick a favorite event, person, or place. Every day seems to bring in
Good morning, good afternoon, good evening! Wherever you are, whatever you are doing, we invite you to take a break from your daily lives to stop and admire the Roses… From when she was a wildflower in the rolling hills of Western Ireland, to her blossoming as the Mayo Rose; we at Wild West