Quite a different experience being in the city rather than the Irish country-side. I'd have to say I prefer the villages and towns to the cities of Ireland. But it's still Ireland, which means there's lots of pubs, street musicians, drunk Hen-Parties (what they call bachalorette parties), a slight haze of cigarette smoke coming from the majority of the local young adults, and did I mention great music! That's definitely a good reason to come over to Ireland: the music. Even the bands on the street at night are pretty good. Our group is staying in a hostel that is literally right next door to one of the most famous pubs in Dublin... and you can guess what that means: the lullaby of cheers, loud music, drunken yells and smashing bottles... not quite as romantic as one would hope, but somehow the dull roar of voices on the street lulled me to sleep... or else I was just exhausted.
I'm definitely hitting the "I wouldn't mind heading home now" stage. Like I said, I'm getting tired of living out of a backpack and wearing dirty t-shirts. In fact, last night, my friend Devin and I tried to go out for a bit and scout out some good pubs near our hostel. Instead, we got rejected from one because we weren't dressed nice enough! The bouncer was only letting in women that were wearing short, revealing dresses... not us Americans in jeans. We also ran into a bunch of pubs that were 21 and over, which was weird, because the drinking age in 18. Some pubs just don't want young adults destroying the atmosphere of their bar. We did go to one bar, but there was no live music... so we left, kind of bummed out about the result of our Saturday night. Next time we want to listen to live music in Dublin, we apparently need to wear dresses and high-heels.
We spend a couple more days here and then go over to the west coast, which will be wonderful!
More later...
Giselle
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