I Tink 'Twere a Lovely Spot o' Crack

Crack = Irish slang for fun

Evidently, my instructors were not informed that my time abroad was supposed to be an extended vacation of sorts. Which means I have to take care of this whole "school" thing, and not write quippy posts about my experiences so far. I decided to throw this one together simply because wifi might be spotty during travels bouncing around the continent.

IRELAND
Ahh Ireland, the beautiful country with rolling green hills - where people have a penchant for drinking problems, and don't pronounce their h's. I do love thee [or 'tee' in this case]. It felt so good to be in the motherland (like most white suburbanites I have a convoluted heritage that is more mixed than the ancestry of the local pound's mutt - it ranges from Finnish to English and all sunless countries in between). But since I'm pale and like potatoes, I figure Irish is a good enough catch-all.

Truly, I could not have asked for a better weekend. The sky was blue, the people were lovely, and we drank as the natives do. We were shown around the city by a local friend who attends Trinity. This is honestly the best way to go. So, if you ever visit you really must get yourself one of those because they make the best tour guides.

Fun facts I learned whilst in Dublin

1. The Irish party hard. Seriously, they are on a whole other level. And what's more, they don't let age slow them down. While seeing someone over thirty in the clubs back home inspires both sadness and pity, here it simply strikes you with awe and envy.

2. Their music scene is incredible. My friends and I happened upon three amazing bands within the same night just by mere luck.

3. While their diets might consist primarily of liquor, local grocery stores stop selling it after 10pm. I found this out the hard way.

Actually saw a rainbow. It was like something out of a travel brochure.

Pretty convinced they hire elves to dye the countryside green at night because this is just unreal.

Their street signs are so jaunty.

Spotted: A lone skittle. Guess my Irish tour guide likes to taste the rainbow

27s - drink that makes you feel like a posh plantation owner from the 1800s

Clearly, dogs aren't man's best friend over here.

I do believe in fairies. I do! I do!

I want to go to there [again].

 Safety is my texting bus driver's top priority.

And to conclude this abnormally long post, here is another shoddy video. Apparently my inspiration for the cinematography were The Blair Witch Project and Aladdin. I honestly can't tell you why I thought spinning around in circles would be a good way to capture the sights, so sorry for any and all nausea that might occur.