Who wouldn't like to go to Ireland during St. Patrick's day?
So, when the opportunity presented itself to my husband and I we pounced on the chance like a cat and mouse.
First thing I noticed exiting the automatic doors from the airport was something so familiar to me and yet foreign at the same time.
Something that was native to me my whole life, yet seemed as if I was hearing it for the first time... the sweet, sweet, sound people speaking English.
For the first time in four months I could actually ease drop on a conversation, I could ask a question without trying to mime what I wanted, without blank stares and awkward, silent moments. It was as refreshing as a cool swim in summer heat.
Temple Bar, notorious for pub life, live music, crowded bars, and your occasional drunk on the street either crying or singing to themselves. Either way, it is quite the place to be anytime of the year.
There was an estimated 500,000 people in Dublin during St. Patrick's Day. I could swear 300,000 thousand of them were in Gogerty's Pub. It was as if I were drowning in a sea of green hats, people around you in ever direction. Getting to the bar was like an obstacle course, pushing, jerking, squeezing, sucking in, squat down, lean forward, with beads of sweat on my face, and my lungs gasping for air i finally made it. The next obstacle, getting a drink.
15 min later, Bulmers for Moi, and Guiness for Todd.
Ireland is exactly how you imagined it would be. Red headed freckles faces, live music, cheerful converstaion, drunkers singing old Irish Folk songs, singing their heart out all in unison, even Todd and I joined in, it's quite hard not to when the Irish make you feel so at home.
I'm not sure what it was about Ireland that made it feel like home. Great music, hospitality, amazing food, friendly faces, orange, white and green sequence bowa's? I'm really not sure.
I guess i'll just have to make another trip!
Nice blogg ;)
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