Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Luck of the Irish, pt. II

The day our lease on our apartment was up in Paris, we hopped on an early morning flight to Dublin. We decided to go to Dublin for several reasons, but mainly because we wanted to go to Scotland and Dublin is an easy pit stop for us since my brother lives there. If you've been following my blog since the beginning then you know that Dublin was actually the first place we went on this trip, and sadly it will be the last. We made a plan to go to Dublin for a few days, then head over to Scotland, then back to Dublin where we will have our return flight back home. I can't believe the end is so close!!


I really liked Dublin the last time we visited, but this time around I truly fell in love. Our last trip, we were extremely jet-lagged and stayed with my brother who lives pretty far away from town, so it was a bitch to get around. This time we were well-adjusted and decided to stay in a bed & breakfast right in the center, which made things much easier. Plus, the whole city is all decked out for Christmas which automatically made me extremely happy!


Some touristy things we ended up doing: seeing Oscar Wilde's house and the Book of Kells at Trinity College (which was actually extremely cool), bumming around Temple Bar, shopping on Grafton Street, eating a fuck ton of delicious Irish food, grabbing Irish coffee at the Jameson Factory (orgasmic, by far the best I've ever had), and catching an epic rugby game where we watched Leinster (Dublin's team) absolutely own the shit out of the opposing team. The energy in the stadium was fucking awesome, I've been to rugby games before but nothing like this. Angelina and I fully enjoyed losing our voices while watching attractive men beat the shit out of each other.

(The rugby stadium. You can kind of see the game going on in the background. It was so FREEZING cold that my skin literally hurt. Meanwhile, there were little Irish children running around with ice cream cones. What the actual fuck.)

(Me, Angelina, my brother Trevor and his girlfriend Leanne)

(A hardware store downtown. Perfect example of cheeky Irish humor.)
We spent one day of our visit doing a day trip to western Ireland to see the Cliffs of Mohr, something I've wanted to do for as long as I can remember. The tour we caught took us through the Irish countryside which was absolutely incredible. We explored a couple of castles (one of which, if you walked around the edges of it, you supposedly get your virginity back! Naturally, I avoided doing that, but surprisingly lots of people on our tour were all about it), hiked around the Burren coast a bit, passed through Limrick and Galway, and walked through a creepy old monastery before finally getting to the cliffs.


(Angelina sitting on cliff near the Burren overlooking the Atlantic)
Well, ladies and gentleman, I give you the magnificent, majestic Cliffs of Mohr:



LOL @ my life. You literally couldn't see a single thing. Most depressing thing ever. I was incredibly bummed, but because I am an eternal optimist I just figured it was a sign I need to come back to Ireland during Spring time to really get to see it!
I don't know why, but I feel so at home in Ireland. I love the people, the culture, the history, and I fucking looooove the Irish accent. I would move to Dublin in a heart beat, I'm super jealous that my brother's gotten the opportunity to enjoy it for so long. Ideally I'd like to come back, rent a car, and do an epic road trip around the country (and see Northern Ireland as well!)









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