Bhí grian ag iarraidh dul i bhfolach taobh thiar de na haillte móra.

The sun was trying to hide behind the big cliffs.

Chuir an gaoth an fhairraige i gcrích le fuaim ceoil bog traidisiúnta.

The wind brought the sea to a close with the sound of soft traditional music.

Ar aghaidh leo, shiúil Niamh agus Cillian isteach sa shiopa beag cuimhneacháin ag Na hAillte Mhotha.

Onwards they went, Niamh and Cillian walked into the little souvenir shop at Na hAillte Mhotha.

Bhí radharc iontach ó fuinneoga móra an tseomra.

There was a wonderful view from the large windows of the room.

Bhí na bláthanna ag bláthú i ngach áit, ag tabhairt boladh úr earraigh.

The flowers were blooming everywhere, giving off a fresh spring scent.

Bhí Aoife, bean a raibh gruaig fhada rua aici, taobh thiar den chuntar.

Aoife, a woman with long red hair, stood behind the counter.

Bhí aoibh gháire uirthi mar a chuaigh na turasóirí isteach agus amach as an siopa.

She had a smile on her face as the tourists came in and out of the shop.

“Niamh, tá na háiteanna seo fíorálainn,” a dúirt Cillian, ag amharc lasmuigh.

“Niamh, these places are truly beautiful,” said Cillian, looking outside.

“Ná bíodh faitíos ort, beidh muid ag breathnú timpeall anseo ar feadh tamaill,” a dúirt Niamh, súile leathan ar na héadaí agus na feadáin adhmaid.

“Don’t worry, we’ll be looking around here for a while,” said Niamh, her eyes wide on the clothes and wooden figurines.

Bhí uirthi bronntanas a fháil a bheadh speisialta agus uathúil.

She needed to find a gift that would be special and unique.

Bhí sí ag iarraidh rud éigin a bhí lán le cultúr na hÉireann a thabhairt do Cillian.

She wanted to give Cillian something full of Irish culture.

“Dia daoibh! Tá fáilte romhaibh chuig mo shiopa!” a dúirt Aoife le gean.

“Dia daoibh! Welcome to my shop!” said Aoife warmly.

Thosaigh sí ag insint scéalta iontacha faoin áit.

She began telling wonderful stories about the place.

Scéalta faoi sióga agus laochra ársa.

Stories about fairies and ancient heroes.

D’inis sí faoi bhuaicphointí na hAillte nach bhfuil scríofa i leabhair thurasóireachta.

She told of the highlights of the cliffs that aren’t written in tourist books.

Chuaigh réimse mór rudaí i dtreo Niamh.

A wide range of things caught Niamh's attention.

Ciallaigh go mbeadh sé deacair an bronntanas ceart a roghnú.

That meant choosing the right gift would be difficult.

“Tá íocónachadh adhmaid speisialta seo,” a dúirt Aoife, ag taispeáint pendánt álainn.

“This special wooden pendant,” said Aoife, showing a beautiful pendant.

“Tá sé ceangailte le finscéal faoi na haillte. Gan ach cúpla fágtha againn.”

“It’s connected to a legend about the cliffs. We only have a few left.”

Bhí Niamh meallta.

Niamh was captivated.

Ach, nuair a chonaic sí an praghas, chuir sí stopadh uirthi féin.

But, when she saw the price, she hesitated.

Bhí an praghas beagáinín ró-ard.

The price was a little too high.

Bhí Cillian ag éisteacht go cúramach leis na scéalta.

Cillian was listening carefully to the stories.

Chuir siad iontas air.

They amazed him.

“An bhfuilimid ábalta é a cheannach le chéile?” d’iarr sé, ag siúl in aice léi.

“Can we buy it together?” he asked, walking beside her.

Bhí breithiúnas foirfe é, mar chabhraigh sé léi an cinneadh a dhéanamh.

It was a perfect judgment as it helped her make the decision.

Cheannaigh siad le chéile an pendánt.

They bought the pendant together.

Bhraith siad go raibh rud éigin speisialta faighte acu.

They felt that they had obtained something special.

Bhí áthas ar Niamh.

Niamh was happy.

Bhí oidhreacht a muintire agus cineál cairdis nua aimsithe aici.

She had discovered her family’s heritage and a new kind of friendship.

D'fhoghlaim Cillian an méid a bhí i gceist leis an gcultúr Éireannach, ní hamháin ar pháipéar, ach sna croíthe agus sna scéalta freisin.

Cillian learned what the Irish culture was about, not only on paper but in hearts and stories as well.

D'fhág siad an siopa le croíonna lán agus spiorad na hÉireann leo.

They left the shop with full hearts and the spirit of Ireland with them.

Bhí gaoth an chladaigh fós ag bogadh go bog timpeall orthu, ag fágáil an véarsa deireanach d’éalú lae soir anseo.

The coastal wind was still gently moving around them, leaving the last verse of an evening escape here.