* Witnessing this on the train from Dublin to Limerick: A 21-year-old dude bro from Colorado trying to explain the merits of Bill Nye, The Science Guy, to a drunk 75-year-old Irishman. A middle-aged lady in leopard print nearly fell out of her seat eavesdropping while she applied aerosol deodorant over her shirt and onto her sandaled feet. ON THE EFFING TRAIN. I had to hide behind my scarf because I was laughing so hard.
* Exploring The Burren and the beach with my friends in crazily nice weather and sipping my first (and last) Guinness in the sun beside the ocean.
* Trying Dulse (that purple seaweed) and deciding that, nope, it’s not for me. Trying sweet, milky Irish tea and biscuits and a viewing of Waking Ned Divine, and deciding that’s a big more my speed.
* Discovering the exciting (and nerve-racking) terror/wonder that is hurling. I’m quietly thrilled we don’t have this in The States as I’m 100% sure my boyfriend would take it up and I’d have to start meditating to deal with the hurling-induced anxiety. It’s like field hockey + quidditch!
* Trundling through the Irish Writers’ Museum and The National Leprechaun Museum. I cannot recommend the latter highly enough. You guys, THERE ARE TWO SECRET DOORS, A GIANT CHAIR, AND A WISHING WELL. It is, obviously, magical.
* Being mistaken for a local by a local. Oh, but all travelers love this, don’t we? Every time a local asks me for directions in a strange town I nearly crow “I don’t know! I’m not from here!”
By the time you read this, I’ll be on my way to Stockholm! If you live there or you’ll be in town, drop me a line and let’s hang out!