My hair, my skin tone, my last name (Mulcahy; which, by the way, I found I’ve been pronouncing incorrectly my entire life) – all of it screams Irish. You can probably imagine how exciting it was to finally be in the country of my ancestors. It was really special.
The actual trek to Ireland and back wasn’t special in the least. In fact, I have a few choice words for Ryanair… But if any trip went off without a hitch, I’d be slightly concerned. Unforeseen problems are just a part of traveling and you have to always put yourself into the right mindset to adapt.
Anyway, we arrived in the evening on Friday just in time to check-in and hit the greatest tourist trap of all, Temple Bar. On Saturday we got up nice n’ early to catch the “gourmet” hostel breakfast and explore the city of Dublin for the day. Our last day was devoted to a tour of the Irish countryside; hitting Limerick, The Cliffs of Moher, The Burren and Clare.
Okay let’s get to it – Here’s my top 5 Ireland experiences:
5. The Abbey Court Hostel
This weekend was not only my first time in Ireland, but it was the first time ever staying in a hostel. Man… It was super cool. We stayed at Abbey Court Hostel which was in a SUPERB location – right on the river and just a short walk to the Irish nightlife.
This place was completely packed with travelers from all over. I had the opportunity of meeting some of the most interesting people. Like my friend Eugene, whom I met for a charming 15 minute conversation in front of the hostel bathrooms.
Initially the purpose of my trip to the bathrooms was to dry my hair. [I brought a european hairdryer but (of course, just my luck) the plugs were UK and not EURO so, I had to repurpose the electric hand dryers in the bathrooms as a blowdryer. The outcome? Something I like to call “disheveled chic.” Better than the alternative of air-drying my bangs, though… Where it’d look something like an overused toothbrush; bristles going in every direction.]
Anyway, so that’s how I met Eugene. He’s from “a random town in the middle of Ireland… you’ve probably never heard of it,” and he’s the same man who told me that I’ve been pronouncing my own name incorrectly for 21 years now.
This came up when I called him Eugene instead of Eugene. Americans put the emphasis on different parts of words than in Ireland/UK. So, when I told him my last name, he just lost it in a fit of giggles. Le sigh.
All my life I’ve been saying: Mul-kay-hee (more emphasis on the last part of the word)
What I should’ve been saying: Mul-kah-hy (more emphasis on the middle, the last part of the word is softer)
Oh well, live n’ learn. Right? He also called my bangs fringe, which was just silly.
Y’know I love chance meetings like that.. It’s beautiful when you cross paths with someone, share a great moment with them, and move on with your lives. It really shows you how fleeting life is.
4. St. Patrick’s Cathedral
Founded in 1191, St. Patrick’s Cathedral is said to be the largest church in Ireland. Dear St. Patrick, known as the “Apostle of Ireland,” is the patron saint of the beautiful green country and also the face of the famous holiday, St. Patrick’s Day (17 March, which is also the day of his death.)
Although I don’t claim to be a particularly religious person, there is something I just absolutely love about cathedrals. I think it’s the architecture; beautiful façades, ornate stained glass and the serenity. The quiet, stoic atmosphere has a way of clearing my head and reminding myself to appreciate the effort and passion that was put forth to create such a temple.
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3. The Winter Passing
Dublin isn’t a very beautiful city. But what it lacks in aesthetics, it makes up for with some of the best live music I’ve heard in awhile. They’ve got musicians all over the streets playing great covers and even some originals. And they’ve got dedication to the art form; I found out that these street performers pay 90 euro a year to play on the streets… And we all know they probably don’t make that money back in tips, either.
On Saturday night we tried to get away from all of the touristy pubs near Temple Bar and we came across a more subdued hole-in-the-wall. When you stepped into the pub there was a sign that said “Beer Garden Upstairs.”
Now, we all know this girl loves a good beer garden, so I started up the stairs… Eventually we pass other drinking areas of the pub and push through double doors into an outdoor area which was packed with people. A local band was jamming onstage – a popular local band at that, because basically everyone in the crowd was singing along to their songs.
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It was an Irish Punk Rock band called The Winter Passing, which I find hilarious because I don’t fancy myself for a punk rock fan in the slightest. I think the gig was also part of a come-back tour because the lead singer mentioned towards the end of the set that they hadn’t played in ages… What’re the odds?
2. The Guinness Factory
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I ask you – who goes to Dublin without seeing the original St. James Gate Guinness brewery??
No one. It’s a definitely must see, in my opinion. I learned so much about beer (ahem, Irish stout, actually). And, my college kid budget was super stoked because for 16 euro you get a tour, a tasting of Guinness and a free pint of Guinness. Also, if you’re up for it, they’ll teach you how to pour your own glass.
Which I did and you can read more about that here.
1. The Cliffs of Moher
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Hands down the most incredible thing I’ve seen to date.
Really, it’s been hard to put the experience into words. It was just breath-taking…
You can sit on the edge of the cliffs with your legs dangling off the side – just 700-some meters above the sea crashing against the stone below.
Some may find that completely terrifying… Maybe I’m an adrenaline junkie. Maybe I’m just completely insane. Nevertheless, I have never felt so content; sitting on the edge of a cliff, looking out to the Atlantic Ocean.
This was a moment where I was happy that Europe doesn’t believe in excessive guardrails like America does.
I could’ve stayed there for hours. Unfortunately, we only had 1 hour 30 minutes before we had to get back on the bus… I am definitely going to return to the cliffs someday. And it’s a place that everyone needs to put on their list to visit.
Oh, one more thing….
Look at how nicely my pin collection is coming along! I started it in 2012 when I went to Italy after my high school graduation and I’ve been adding to it since I’ve returned to Europe. I have a Brussels pin, a Netherlands pin and from Dublin, I took home a pin of the Mulcahy family crest and a little tiny Irish flag 🙂