Cloudy with a chance of culture.

My first-ever encounter with the Spire of Dublin, also called The Monument of Light.

Dublin is clearly a city with a unique history. Just about anyone will agree to that. However, when I see the hospitality of people here paired with their impeccable taste in food, drinks and music, it becomes so much more than just history. It’s an immersive experience! Before I continue, though, here are a few quick thoughts that I want to share with any of you looking to make the trip out here to Ireland:

  1. It’s cold. Yes, even in the summertime. I will blame this attribute partially to the fact that I’m used to Florida weather, but bring your coats, socks, and scarves. If you don’t have a scarf, get one. You’ll look European in no time.
  2. It’s cloudy… again, even in the summertime. A “sunny day” in Ireland has an entirely different meaning than back home in the states. Ditch the sunscreen, pack the rain gear.
  3. Irish folk have a lot of pride for their country, and that is a beautiful thing! The people here are actually very willing to help out and educate the local travelers. High five, Dublin!
I had no idea that beer vending machines were even a thing. First time for everything, I suppose.

I will be spending the rest of the summer here in Ireland, and I couldn’t be more excited. In fact, it STILL hasn’t completely sunk in. Or maybe that’s the jet lag talking.

It’s amazing to me how well people connect with one another here in Ireland. Back home in the US, I typically see a bunch of individual people doing their own thing, completely isolated from whatever is going on with the people around them. Here, however, something feels very different! Looking out the window of a coffee shop this afternoon, I watched mothers and fathers pick up their children and spin them around as if they hadn’t seen their kiddos in a year. I watched groups of students laughing themselves to tears as they chased after the train! I see people here approaching situations with a fresh, easygoing attitude, and that’s awfully refreshing to see.

We swung by the National Leprachaun Museum, because why not. Here’s a photo of the Giant’s Room, which gives guests the visual effect of leprechauness
A photo that needs no caption, other than American Guinness is not real Guinness, and choosing not to try Guinness is choosing to deprive yourself of an authentic Irish expereince. Just saying.

The picture to the left shows my best attempt at being a Leprachaun for the afternoon. Believe it or not, leprauchans actually have more of a history to them other than red socks, pots of gold, and the famous sugary marshmallow cereal. Turns out they actually play an extremely important role in some of Ireland’s most famous fold tales, and they actually serve as a lesson of morality! Things don’t tend to work out too well if you try and get rich quick…aka, “pot of gold.”

Oh, and Irish fairies are likely not anything like your perception of fairies. The leprachauns, at one point, inhabited an island on the north side of Ireland, but those who prioritized greed and money were sent to a life of drunkedness and haunting the cellars of Irish folk.

…and all this happened after just one day here in Dublin. I’m looking forward to a summer with all sorts of new people, new places, and a fresh perspective on how to make the most out of every situation. Cheers to you, Dublin! Nice to finally meet you.

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