When we took a family vacation to Ireland in 2012 we had always heard it called the Emerald Isle but didn’t realize how fitting this name was until we experienced it in person. We started our trip to the Dingle Peninsula with the traditional Irish bovine welcome with the lush, green valley and ubiquitous stone walls stretching behind. The history of Dingle was evident with views that include modern buildings juxtaposed with the ruins of houses abandoned during the great potato famine and the failed potato fields topping the hills behind. Not to be outdone by its neighbor to the north, Dingle has its own, albeit smaller, version of the Cliffs of Moher. We next visited the Gallarus Oratory where we found a spiral-shelled local who reminded us not everyone dislikes the rainy Irish climate. At the Kilmalkedar Church we once again saw history mixed with the present where the ancient church and tombs give way to more recent graves.