Ireland ?

Taurus: Ireland. Fixed, stubborn Taurus ruled by delicate, beautiful Venus. What a combination! What country better describes that than Ireland -- tenacious, combative, determined and home of music, dancing, and art that spring from the heart of this enduring, passionate race. If you wonder whether Taurus really rules the throat, just listen to an Irish tenor singing "Danny Boy" and puzzle no more! Dance, music, and poetry are the heart of Ireland's oral tradition, the essence of its cultural arts, and you'll find them all everpresent at every local pub, where a few pints of Guinness loosen the bonds of imagination and the stepped beat of the ceildh begins. This is the land of hearty eating, not fussy palettes, so dig into the corned beef, cabbage, and potatoes to fuel your energy for the dance -- and be ready to dance all night, because remember, Taurus means stamina, and you'll need it! The graceful turns of the jig and hornpipe are reflected in the frozen music of Celtic art, endless spirals and borders with a mystic past born of prehistoric stone monuments of the high priests of the earth religions that flourished before St. Patrick trod on this green isle. And green it is -- there is no greener place on earth, all year around, moist with moss and peat that soften the rolling hills from rocky shore to emerald lake. All around you, you'll find revival -- of tradition, of lore, of enduring beliefs long-suffering and now come into their own again. And the throat is ever-present, between sips, whether in song, poetry, or just the gift of gab you get from kissing the Blarney Stone -- there is always a story to tell, happy or tragic, funny or sad, which always comes from the heart.

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Can I kiss the Blarney Stone? 😛

Seriously that's beautiful, I would like to see it.