Aaaaahhhh, so finally i am here in Ireland. Holycrapi'vehadaloooongday!
I left the warm, sandy beaches of Mallorca this morning to fly myself into rainy, foggy Shannon, Ireland. Since Shannon isn't such a happenin' place, I decided to take a bus ride to Limerick. It turns out that everyone on the west coast of Ireland decided to go to Limerick as well, so I spent at least 7 hours today hostel hunting. My backpack got heavier and heavier...it was such a strange phenomenon.
Finally I decided to try some of the bed and breakfasts in the area. If they didn't have any vacancies, I was pretty much planning on buying either a lot of coffee or a lot of booze and just wandering the streets under my umbrella until tomorrow morning. Luckily, JUST as I was about to give up on finding a warm bed, this nice man opened his door and he had one, single, vacancy. For me!
So, for 45 euros, I have a super little room all to myself and he's even making me an 'Irish Breakfast' in the morning. I'm so excited! My only pair of shoes are soaked through and my ipod is almost dead, but the air smells so goddamn good here that nothing can really get me down. I'm going to search out some tasty pub somewhere and have lunch/dinner finally, so I'm thrilled about that. The people here are just the best. I want to skip through the streets and hug everybody. Especially the old people. They're furiously adorable.
I'm going to see these bad boys tomorrow...
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All right, tummy is grumbling. It's snacky time!