Cork, Ireland.
5 Americans.
Two holidays for the price of one (yes, I consider the Ides of March a political and literary holiday)(and then obviously St. Patrick's Day was the other....just wanted to clarify)
So pretty much my weekend was one of the best thus far. Cork is a small city on the coast with some of the nicest and most hilarious people I have yet to meet. A girl I was traveling with is friends with an Irish guy who lives and studies in Cork. So we met up with him shortly after landing and he showed us around the city.
But since Cork is tiny, that lasted about an hour... so then we decided to go to a pub (shocker, I know.) But this wasn't any pub, it was a local brewery. It wasn't Guinness or anything fancy, but it was small and homey and really cheap. So naturally we had to stay for three hours. I can't even begin to explain the confusion on my face when I saw the sun was still out when we left. It's like I forgot what the concept of daylight was altogether.
Later that night, we went to 21st birthday party at another pub. Moral of Saturday night: Irish people like birthdays, alcohol, and "Sweet Caroline" more than anyone else in the world.
Saturday, we went to Blarney Castle and much to my anxiety's dismay, I leaned over the edge to kiss the Blarney Stone. Cue the visual aid:
After that, we went to my friend's favorite pub to watch a few rugby matches (I also love rugby now. Like I reaaallllly love rugby).
So that's pretty much my Ireland experience in a nut-shell. There are a few more funny stories and a few more pubs, but I think I've made my parents proud enough for one day so I think I'll just quit while I'm ahead :)
London Love, Kristen
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