From Clonbur, we drove north 200 kilometers (120 freedom units) into County Donegal (Dún na nGall in Irish). Our two-week stay was a jumping-off point to explore Ireland’s northern-most and wildest county. We quickly felt at home among the open spaces and gorgeous coastal views, and were getting into the rhythm of life in Ireland. I was finally getting used to driving on the left side of the road and interpreting road signs in Irish that read like poorly thought-out vanity license plates: GO MALL, GEILL SLI. (English has been the first language of most Irish residents for 200 years, but recent decades have seen legislation to put Irish/Gaelic on…