Last weekend my friend Robert and I took a train down to Dublin for the weekend. Everything I imagined steaming through the Irish countryside to be, it was! Idyllic little villages peppered the green fields which were filled with cows and sheep and horses; lorrys drove down the hedged roads and I pressed my nose against the glass, soaking it all in. We hit the eastern coast of Ireland and the waves looked cold and beautiful.
Dublin was sunny- who knew?! We had great weather the entire time and as soon as we got off the train we found our hostel and met up with my classmate Ali, who was also in Dublin for the weekend. We got our bearings and headed out to explore the amazing place that Dublin is.
St. Patrick’s Cathedral, Christchurch Cathedral, the Temple Bar, the Harp Bridge, the Ha’penny Bridge, famine memorials, the Customs House, all this and more. Museums, wide open streets, and languages- languages from all over the world were spoken in the streets and it was so nice to hear. Dublin felt free and wide open and, although it’s more expensive than Belfast, I really enjoyed it.
If you couldn’t tell, Dublin was pretty great. I loved the music we found on every corner, the book fairs that popped up, the weirdos we met in our hostel and the delicious things that were drunk and seen throughout the weekend. Heading back to Belfast was nice but bittersweet, as the travel bug to see more of Europe has officially bit me. Now if only my bank account could keep up with my travel plans!
More adventures to come, dear readers.