Connecting world

The story I was told, when I was the child was story about giants. They are enormous and powerful, They love to eat and sleep. There were fairytales told to me by granny according to kazakh national folk
. And when I studied 10th class, the school sent me to Ireland.
That was my fisrt travel abroad and that's why I remember everything: the smell of coffee in the streets, the taste of lacrica, the joke the students told each other. And one day, we went to visit Giant's Causeway.
I didnt know anything about that, But when I came here, something happened and I could not stop smiling keep my happiness inside. I was the touch to childhood: My imagination had drawn to me the Giant coming to wife and asking to hide, second Giant running away, destroying the ways and leaving that wonderful Giant Causeway. The second half of way is in Europe, the Fisrt- in Ireland.
The science could not explaine that. Isn't it fairytale? isn't it the legend in truth?