This past weekend five of my friends and I headed off to Dublin, Ireland. To say I was excited was an understatement. Ireland was always the place I had wanted to visit but didn’t think I would get the chance to while I was abroad. Even sitting in the airport and listening to people with Irish accents made me even more anxious, not to mention they were the friendliest people I had met in months! After a two hour flight we landed at Dublin airport. We had planned on taking a bus to the hostel (the cheapest way) but a nice taxi driver came up and offered to take us to the hostel for only 4 euros each. He not only was highly entertaining with his cursing and stories of other passengers but he also pointed out a bunch of food places and bars he recommended. The four of us girls were staying in a seperate hostel than the two boys so we split up to drop off our stuff and then met back up for dinner at a restaurant named Quays (pronounced Keys). I ordered a cheeseburger and a guiness. Possibly the best meal ever- I am so hamburger deprived from Prague. After dinner we walked around an area called Temple Bar which is where a tonnn of restaurants and pubs are (basically the place to be). We decided to do our own pub crawl and found a lot with live music. Just being there I couldn’t help but repeating how happy I was. The pubs, live music, friendly people, food, and all around fact that I was in Ireland just didn’t seem really. After a really fun night we went back to the hostel to rest up for the next morning.
Friday morning greeted us with torrential downpours! Lucky us, we had decided to do the walking tour that day. Our Irish guide was a great sport though and kept us distracted from the cold with his jokes (and some singing). We stayed for a majority of it but then decided to slip out a little early for a quick lunch. After we had warmed up and gotten some food in our bellies we went over to the Tourist Office and booked a day trip to the Cliffs of Moher. Next we headed over to the Guiness Factory. Fun fact- the lease for the Guiness Factory is for 9,000 years. Guess people will be drinking “the black stuff” for quite awhile. We wandered around, took pictures, and even got to pour our own Guiness complete with a certificate certifying that we had done it (even though it took me two tries, whoops). After the factory we headed back to the hostel to shower and get dinner/watch the soccer aka football game between Ireland and Estonia. We went to a fun pub where I got fish and chips (a first) and then to another place to watch the game. The whole place was filled with Irish men everywhereee, drinking beer and watching the game on huge tvs. We had a great time.
Saturday morning we woke up early for our 7am bus to cliffs of Mohr. Our bus company, PaddyWagon, took us to a bunch of different sights including some castles and graveyards. It was awesome to see the smaller towns with cute houses and farm animals. Everything had such character, especially when we got to the coast. Everything was absolutely beautiful but nothing compared to the big event of the day, CLIFFS OF MOHR. I have never in my life seen anything as beautiful but also as terrifying. At first sight it takes your breath away (partly thanks to the height) and pictures can not do it justice. Our guide warned us to stay awake from the edge as people have slipped and fallen over or even blown by the wind. He also mentioned a man had jumped to his death just three days prior to our trip there- made me extra cautious. There are two ways to get to the edge of the cliffs, one with a wall and one without. Not to mention the one without the wall had signs about not entering and you had to hop over a few, short stone walls. Of course we decided we wanted to get right up to the edge. I took so many pictures just trying to capture every moment and had friends take a bunch of me getting as close to the edge as possible (sorry mom). We had an hour and a half there but I could have stayed the whole day just sitting and looking out into the ocean. That night we went out back at Temple bar and met up with a friend Siena, Ellen, and I knew from DU.
Sunday MJ and I had decided to stay in a hotel for fun and spent the day grabbing souveneirs, eating, watching american tv (yay for MTV!), taking my first bath since September. Needless to say I was in heaven. Siena and Ellen had a flight early so MJ and I met up with Beau and Paul for a night of Irish dancing. I had seen Scottish dancing before but these people just really took it to a new level, they were awesome. Such a bittersweet night because we knew the weekend was coming to a close.
The Monday morning flight basically sucked. I can’t even tell you how many times I asked MJ if we could just change our flight and stay the whole week. I was only half kidding… I absolutely did not want to leave. But now I know that it just means I have to go back and I already have big plans for my next big (and longer) adventure in Ireland.