Good Ole Luck of the Irish



I was looking forward to my trip to Ireland all summer, but I was also dreading it…ok maybe dreading is a strong word but this trip represented a lot. Going to Ireland was special because it was the first trip my little sister Kylie and I were taking alone, together.  But this trip also marked the end of my summer. This was my final “big” trip and it felt like maybe the final trip of my youth, because part of the “no plan, plan” was to get an internship after this summer and trade in my boarding passes for suits to wear in the corporate world which in my world means you are old- aka youth gone.  This trip was my final hoorah, so Ky and I had to go big.  So that meant eating all we could, drinking all we could and seeing all we could.  We left Ireland full and exhausted and feeling like we accomplished our goals.


-Guinness Factory-                                     -Kilmainham Gaol, The Old Irish Jail-

I was nervous to travel with Kylie because she’s young and immature (hope she doesn’t read this post) but she really came through.  To say I am an awkward person is literally the understatement of a lifetime.  I can’t ask someone at the grocery store where the broccoli is, let alone ask someone for directions.  Not because I’m too proud but because I’m too awkward.  So Kylie and her mature self came through.  Every time I was too embarrassed to tell the waiter we couldn’t have another drink because I didn’t have any more cash left and they didn’t take credit, she would do it.  Any time I was too uncomfortable to ask which bus was the right one to take so I was just going to hop on the next one that came along, she would do it.  Lets just say if she hadn’t gone with me I’d be in jail for running out on a bill or probably be on a sheep farm in the middle of nowhere instead of the Cliffs of Moher.

This trip was great and the food delicious.  I’ll write about the food in the next post; I know it is blarney to keep you waiting.  We covered major ground in our six days there and were really lucky to be able to stay with my friend just outside of Dublin. We went from Dublin to Cork to the Cliffs of Moher.  Kylie tasted her first Guinness, which she had to chase with her food, and we kissed the Blarney Stone.  Kissing the stone is supposed to give you the gift of eloquence. Kylie kissed it before me; clearly she took all the eloquence.


– The Blarney Castle-


-Kissing the Stone-                                               -Colorful Buildings in Cork-

Ps.  The famous song “Galway Girl” from P.S. I Love You, is actually played in pubs!!


-Cliffs of Moher-

                                                          -Irish country side-

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