From the majestic Kerry Cliffs, the view opens onto an endless sea, where the waves of the Atlantic crash furiously against the rock. In the distance, the Skellig Islands emerge from the deep blue: Skellig Michael and Little Skellig, cliffs sculpted by the wind and the tides, which seem to float among the mists of time and legend. Skellig Michael, the larger of the two, a UNESCO World Heritage Site, is famous not only for its beauty, but also for its extraordinary monastic history, which dates back to the 6th century.

On this remote island, Irish monks settled around the 6th century, building a monastery on the summit, a titanic undertaking for which they had to brave the elements and solitude. In that extreme place, the monks sought to get closer to God, to live in harmony with the harshness of nature, in direct contact with the divine, far from the chaotic and earthly world. Even today, the remains of the beehive-shaped cells, chapels and stairs carved into the rock tell a story of faith and perseverance, of a community that chose isolation as a way of salvation. The nearby Little Skellig, on the other hand, is an inaccessible and wild rock, a refuge for thousands of white gannets that, like small fragments of sky, dot its steep walls. It is a natural sanctuary, a place where life explodes in a frenetic dance between wind and waves, a primordial echo of uncontaminated nature. The Kerry Cliffs, from which you can admire this spectacle, are a natural balcony suspended over the ocean, a place where the land ends abruptly, falling hundreds of meters into the void. In a rarefied atmosphere, where sky and sea merge on the horizon, the Skelligs appear as evanescent visions, witnesses of a distant past and an almost unreal world. It is easy to understand why George Bernard Shaw, after visiting them, defined these islands as “a piece of an unreal world”, and even today, anyone who contemplates them from the cliffs of Kerry, perceives the same sensation of being in front of something magical and inaccessible, a corner of the world that preserves intact the mystery and beauty of our past.

This place embodies the eternal struggle between the sea and the rock, between life and death, between the visible and the invisible. And as the wind blows powerfully on the cliffs of Kerry, carrying with it the call of seabirds and the roar of the ocean, you feel part of a story that transcends time, immersed in a beauty that only nature can create, and that man can only try to understand.