At Ross friary you can feel one of the most beautiful things of Ireland: to be inmersed in an environment untouched, or at least free of concrete. In this case the paceful of the countryside, the cows, the ruins, the absence of people give you some quiteful moments. But there is something else, when you go into the friary you realise that this place is like a labyrint, a complex building that it's worth to enjoy it.
Traveling along Ireland I've discovered that there are many places like this one, old Christian monestirs that were built at the middle age, lived at the edge in different periods, associated to the country situation regarding English authorities and the religion of current king. But in the background what has suprised me is the feeling of continuity of a religion, and the people around such religion, along siecles, until current times. Here, in Ireland I heard about other incredible stories like Skellig Michael monks that lived in a isolated rocky island over
ninth and tenth centuries or the story of the book of Kells an incredible iluminated manuscript Gospel book that is believed to have been created in the ninth century, in another monastery too. Definitely, these are clues about the resilience of this religion over time at least in this country.