Oh Ireland

     Where do I even begin? Well...I guess I'll begin at the beginning. Lucia and I arrived in Dublin on the 17th and met up in the airport with our friend Natalie. We had to stow the luggage at the Travel Lodge before we took the bus to Galway to meet up with the rest of the group. So at the airport we found the city bus we needed. It took three tries to get on because the first time the driver pulled away and left us there. Second time we tried to hand him a bill and it only took coins. By the third time we had learned our lesson and piled our 6 suitcases and 3 backpacks into the bus to the obviously anoyed looks of the people on the bus. Of course the bus dropped us off on the side of the highway and the Travel Lodge was on the other side. So we treked it across the four lane highway and grass just to find out we had the wrong Travel Lodge. Oh dear. Time for a taxi.
     When we finally stowed our luggage at the right hotel, in the right room, we got on our first of many Bus Eireann rides. We met up with the rest of the group in Galway and went to a long awaited pub. I never thought that vegtable creme soup with hearty brown bread could be so wonderful. It was like heaven in a bowl, especially when accompanied with a Heineken. We watched some Irish dancers and then headed for bed.

Day 2- In the morning Lucia and I went window shopping in Galway and ate breakfast at the hostel. When the eight of us were back together, we caught a bus to the Cliffs of Moher. We only had about 35 minutes until the next bus so we split up to get pictures from different angles. Omg! like pre-historic, massive, Lord of the Rings style 700 foot cliffs. The wind was so strong we thought we were going to blow off the side because there are no railings. Luckily we didn't. When we left the Cliffs we went to Dingle and got another taxi to our hostel which was six miles farther out on the peninsula. On the way what should happen but we encounter a herd of sheep in the middle of the road switching pastures. Little children were running after them and chasing them with sticks. Unreal.
     We made it for sunset on the rocky shore and had a photoshoot for awhile. Then we got a bite to eat in the pub, which was actually our hostel as well. Crazyness. The best fish and chips I've ever had in my life though. We all discovered our favorite beer in Ireland- Schminicks. The night was so much fun because it was such a little coastal town where all the locals went. A three- generation Irish band played amazing music and the locals fell in love with us when we started singing the words to My Fair Lady. Some of us acquired Irish accents and others just thought us amusing. We finally went to bed because we had more places to go in the morning.