Long Weekend in Dublin

Okay, so I haven’t written a post about my last travel break to Prague, Bratislava and Budapest. To be honest, it has a lot to do with the fact that I have over 200 pictures from that trip and it would be so hard to pick and choose the ones that sum up my time there. I really loved all of those places, and each city had its own character and vibe. In Prague, I said, “I want to live here.” In Bratislava, I said, “I could live here.” In Budapest, I said, “Oh. I really want to live here.” And at the time, those statements were absolutely true, and when I came back to Copenhagen, I was pondering how I could manage to live all of these places without becoming a wandering beggar.

And then I went to Dublin.

My friend Jordan and I had planned this trip to Dublin at the end of September on a whim, and I’m so glad that we did. Ireland was on my list of places to go, and I would have been so mad at myself if I left Europe without going. We left on Thanksgiving night, and had a comedic episode in the airport when we bought a six-pack of Christmas beer at duty-free, and proceeded to drink them secretly because we thought it might be illegal to drink in an airport. We started the weekend the Irish way, and it seemed like everyone else on our Aer Lingus flight had, too.

We arrived at our hostel, The Liffey on Litton Lane, which used to be a recording studio where the likes of U2, The Cranberries, David Bowie and Van Morrison have recorded. There, we met up with Jordan’s friend from her home university, Ellie. and got ourselves situated. That night started our weekend-long pub crawl, which was particularly special because that Friday was Jordan’s 21st birthday! We went to so many different types of bars and pubs that weekend, and had a great time at every one. While the live music and cozy atmosphere played a part, it was definitely the Irish people that we met at each place that made our time memorable; I’ll never forget the interesting characters I met that weekend.

Aside from drinking lots of Guinness and chatting with some of the friendliest people in the world, we did some sightseeing, too. (Of course, among the touristy things we did were tours of the Guinness and Jameson factories, so I’m not quite sure if those count as enlightening cultural experiences.)

Ellie, me, and Jordan bringing a Guinness poster to life!

Ellie, me, and Jordan bringing a Guinness poster to life!

The Millenium Spire, actually built in 2003, stands in the middle of O'Connell Street in Dublin. This was taken from the top of a Hop-On Hop-Off bus, which is how we did most of our sightseeing.

The Millenium Spire, actually built in 2003, stands in the middle of O’Connell Street in Dublin. This was taken from the top of a Hop-On Hop-Off bus, which is how we did most of our sightseeing.

Another view from the bus of an interesting building in the Docklands, and proof that the sun does shine in Dublin (sometimes).

Another view from the bus of an interesting building in the Docklands, and proof that the sun does shine in Dublin (sometimes).

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Wandering around Trinity College, I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to study there.

A beautiful spiral staircase in the Long Room, part of the Old Library that houses the Book of Kells at Trinity College.

Men playing field hockey. That’s not something you see every day in the U.S!

The Oscar Wilde memorial in Merrion Park. This is my favorite statue that I’ve seen in Europe by far.

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The backside of Dublin Castle. I loved the contrast of the old grey buildings and the (presumably) more modern brightly colored buildings.

The famously busty statue of Molly Malone on Grafton Street.

The famously busty statue of Molly Malone on Grafton Street.

Ireland is still on the top of my list of places to visit. Dublin was only a small glimpse of the country, but out of all the places I’ve traveled, it was definitely my favorite..I really wish I had the opportunity to see the countryside and all of the famous landmarks throughout Ireland, but that will just have to be a trip for another time. I’m grateful to have had the opportunity to travel to Ireland at all, and one thing is for sure: the people of Ireland could draw me back over and over again.

“When I die, Dublin will be written in my heart.” -James Joyce, Irish novelist and poet

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