Ireland…
So Ireland, I didnt no what t expect but it wasn’t this. A cosmpolitian city center, Dublin, that resemebled NY a little too much. I mean where were the sheep. Where were the people hearding the sheep, where was all the green and the plaid! Me and Erin held ont o the hope that we would soon find our beloved ireland we just had to be patient! So we decided to drink our sorrows away in the temple bar. We went to a small bar on Oconnell street had two pints listen to live Irish music (noob nookie, bullshitter, tummy tummy, blow hole,…) and entertained the locals by letting them ask us everyone who they thought we would know living in New York they even know their bars in New York! Last call was at 1030 so we decided there must be more going on and then we discovered why they close the bars this early. Drunk people not one not two but the whoel town. You would think it was St. Patricks day or something but no it was just a Monday night. People hung together for fear of falling and dodged piles of puke. It was like the end of civilization lol. But we kept going while we passed girls to young to fit and walk in heels dropped like flies on the cobblestone streets. We ended up in Fitz Simmons. Now this was more like it the “sober” masses congregated and listen to some good oldies played on the guitar. We sat down with our Heinies and were joined by a couple of Canadians we talked made friends and they headed hoem since they had been drink since 11…am… me and erin insticitivly went in search of the nearest late night food and stumbled upon a burger king though we thought they must be giving away something free because the place looked like a club. Sloppy, sloppy irish stumbled asked for number ones number onerstwoers no no the threer…right. had to be the highlight of my people watching so far. Girls falling, crying fighting. Boys getting arrested for fights. My god this should happen in every country so you can get a true feel of the society. We went to bed and tried to have a more productive sight seeing day the next day. Rain, lots of it with no end in sight, we hopped on the green bus looking like less than intrested Americans since we did not have our headphones in. We decided the only good place to go this early was the guiness brewery tour. Oh yeah. That place is an exhibition design paradise me and erin were checking out the design more than the process it was soooo cool. We went through all the levels and left our mark on the big wall and headed p to the 360 degree beer tasting room. The skies cleared magically and we had the best view of Dublin on the nicest day I had had in three weeks. We actually enjoyed our Guiness and decided to make it to Saint Pats, beautiful, and went to Gaol. Amazing you felt chills walking through this jail cell which held women aand children and the martyrs of the Irish rebillions such a sad rich history these people have. It made me feel lucky for our families getting out when they did. It just was alamost at times to hard to bear. Excellent tour guide and well worth the 2 hour tour. It was truly the highlight of Dublin for me. We got our stuff together real fast and headed to Cork. Three hours later we were there after sleeping/ muffins/ mal practice talks/ uncontrollable laughter when walking to the hostel/southern fried chicken/long talks at the bar/and creepy guy in the bed acroos in the morning. We headed into the city center. tour cancelled. We took the bus to Blarney and listen to kids speak Galeic yes Galeic Eri, lol, and we decided to makeout with a stone. The castle was cool but the rain was not but it soaked through rain jackets and bags and we just didnt care anymore. We got online took funny pics of us with the stones and headed for a small walk near the castle. We saw where the faries live and the witches and made wishes walking down backwards down a flight of stairs amazing. The was prtobably the best thing we had done so far it was beautiful green and so ireland. COrk is a beautiful city that has kept it small town feel while op[erating as a major city. It was authentic Ireland. Green grass, sheep and lots and lots of painted houses trickiling down hills. We had cheese with a side of tuna which they called melts , grosss and got on the bus and headed to limerick. Oh Limerick how I love you. We pulled up to our hostel in the middle of no where with stone walls around it and it was the perfect merge of our two world the Jamaica inn in Limerick Erin’s family’s hoemtown. Ahhhhhh Ireland. There were cows, and a duck inn, and a bar with lots of drunk locals. People from Erins town are shy no no TERRIBLY shy. My god, the bartenders are shy. The world started to make sense. We had a drink and soem pizza observed and had an early night. We woke up went into the city tried to find erins family store no go but we did get to see the city it was cool, People on the corners playing violins. So we decided in a quick change to go to Galway. I love Galway. Yeah Galway. we hadnt seen people our age in so long so when we arrived and it was college town I was a little more than excited. We also visted the shannon airport that day. lol. But god Galway was such a ncie compact town filled with everything we were looking for. We decided to put down orustuff look presentable and have a look around went to the supermarket in their mall which has a part of a castle in it. Only in Ireland. After our nutritious lunch we met up with our roomate from Canada and went out on the town with some of his friends. We got to the bar early learning our lesson. Kings head/9 euro beers/live bands/getting way to low/ girls from Longisland/ska music/ reggaton/clusters of cliques/getting black stamps/ getting stamped every five seconds/creepy homeless dude with fishermans hat and vest/ California/Dublin girls/Club Cuba /grossness/attempted ditching/failed attempts/SUPERMAC’s/drunk displays of affection/cupcake dresses/falling out of love with Galway/ falling back in love with Galway. Next morning hung over we went on our 9 hour tour of Ireland. The real stuff. We were met by jokes of how hungover we looked and I tried to keep it together while erin kept smacking her head aganist the glass, then we arrived at the best part of this trip hands down. We met Erin’s future husband. He was over qualified. He owned a mountain for gods sake and had two masters degrees. Again over qualified. We followed him through his farm and over his monatin and he explained to us (or should i say me because erin was in lalalove land) the flora and fauna, the history of the famine walls, the way the limestone retains the water, the cows, the history of the area and most importantly the rock slide. I only fell twice and thank god not in cow shit and it was exactly what i needed for my hangover. YES! Me and erin both went down the rock slide which was so much fun. We had some apple tart and had to say goodbye which was more liek sobbing for erin but at least they have those two hours. It was such a good tour. Then we went to the the cliffs of Moher. AMAZING. Breathtaking, literally. we decided to go the less traveled way which had no walls over the truly deadly cliffs. It was exhilarting beautiful and unexplaniable. Erin jumped around liek a five year odl and we tried to take pictures that would make her mom scared for her childs life. We then went to the moors. Uh so much green grassss yeahahahahah. Awesomeness. Castels/Kings head/Kentucky girl/salami dinner/couple from Minnesota/Canada/avoiding Cali./ being bestfriends/ hating all things trying to be New York/ Spanish drum session/ being over galway/ ehhhhh/ dunzos. Dublin couldnt come soon enough we headed to Fitzsimmions then to temple bar the bar and had fun met some Spanish and would you no it some irish. It was late night clubbing and we had a great time. I sang I will surivive in memory of Deniz and we headed home. We overlslept almost missed our flight and didnt even get to say bye to each other. God we are so Irish!