A little bit of Ireland

I decided that it would be best to tell you about Ireland before I actually forget what I did. It's amazing how bad my memory is at 20...it makes me worry about 30,40,50 etc.

When we arrived in Dublin I have to admit it wasn't what I expected. I don't know why I felt this way because I had never seen pictures of Dublin, but for some reason I was expecting cobblestone streets wet from rain, green mossy buildings, and collies. It's amazing the standards you can form, of things that you have never seen, based on movies that you've watched or stories that you've read. This makes it sound like I hated Dublin, when the opposite was true. Though it wasn't as nearly as astonishing as London, Dublin had it's unique Irish charm.

The second day in Ireland was mostly spent on a bus winding through the streets of western, trying not to get motion sick, and seeing the Ireland that I had pictured in my head (green, stone walls, black faced sheep etc.). If you take anything way from what you read here it should be this: put the Cliffs of Moher on your bucket list. TRUST ME on this one. I spent a good portion of my time there memorizing every sense that I had of the experience; the smell of spring in the air, the sound of crashing waves, how blue the Atlantic Ocean is, and even the way the stone wall felt on my hands. This way, every time I look at the pictures, I can remember the sense of awe that I felt seeing something that was so naturally beautiful.

Much Love