Then, it hit me.
I was with Irish people the entire time.
Not ONCE during this trip did I interact with Americans. I lived with Irish people, went to their favorite pubs and restaurants, visited the spots they frequented as children, ate real Irish food in a real Irish home, learned some of their unique phrases (ummm did anyone else know that Irish is an actual LANGUAGE?! Call me ignorant, cause I sure didn't.), and did my best to keep up with their legendary drinking skills. For the first time in my study abroad experience, I was fully immersed in a culture. The Irish are so friendly and fun to be around, and you find yourself always smiling and laughing when in their presence.
So in conclusion? I sure as heck wouldn't mind living here someday.
Okay, now that we have that out of the way let's get to the fun stuff :) Brace yourselves for a VERY long, but VERY entertaining entry!
Friday
After 10 hours of strenuous travel, I arrived in Dublin. I took a shuttle to meet my friend Eadaoin (once again...pronounced Ay-Deen), who I would be staying with for the week. She proceeded to inform me that we would be IMMEDIATELY getting on bus for three hours to go to Galway for the night. As if I hadn't traveled enough that day, right? But hey, it was for a huge graduation party, so I sucked it up and hopped on the bus. We met up with Eadaoin's friend and my former coworker, Kate. I got to take my first ride aboard Dublin's awesome transportation system called the Dart, which is very similar to the Bay area's Bart.
We finally made it to Galway, where we got ready in a bus station bathroom. So classy. Then we headed over to an apartment where we were greeted by oh, you know...a roomful of good looking Irish lads. After downing a whole bottle of wine, we headed over to a pub called Skeff and then a club called Karma. We danced the night away, and I had my first pint of Guinness!
I honestly had no sense of time at the club, and apparently, we left around 4:00a.m. I then downed a whole Quizno's sandwich, and ended up sleeping on 5 connected kitchen chairs. It was a very interesting but epic way to start off my trip!

Saturday
After a failed attempt to go to the Cliffs of Moher, Eadaoin and I decided to explore Galway instead. Galway is a really cool city, and has a ton of talented street performers. We got lunch at this pub Eadaoin's dad recommended called the King's Pub, and then did some shopping on the famous Shop Street (I got boots, in case you were wondering.). We then hung out in Eyre Square, and then took the bus back to Dublin.
That night was probably the craziest I've had since I entered Europe. It began with a totally strange ride on the Dart, complete with a 12-pack of beer, fireworks, and a bunch of 17-year-old lads, including one named Rufus. Aaand I'm just gonna leave it at that.
Eadaoin and her friend Helen took me to this club called Coppers, where we met up with some of my other Knott's coworkers. Coppers was absolutely 100% OUT OF CONTROL. In fact, most of my Irish friends thought Eadaoin was insane for bringing me there. Apparently, it's a place that only a true Irish person could show you, and an American tourist would never even dream of trying it out.
Coppers one of the most bizarre clubbing experience of my life. I was borderline sexually assaulted about 15 times. At one point, we were dancing to the RIVERDANCE song (Disclaimer from the Irish: ONLY at Coppers will they play the Riverdance song). But I loved every MINUTE OF IT! A highlight was dancing to California Girls by Katy Perry, and Helen telling the DJ to give me a shout out during it. Most of all, I had a blast hanging out with my Irish Knott's peeps. They never let me down at having good time!
Sunday
After waking up in a giraffe-print onesie (don't ask), Eadaoin and I went back to her house for a power nap. When we woke up, we took her crazy-yet-adorable-poodle named Sucre for a 3 hour walk around Dalkey village. Some of the highlights were White Rock beach, which reminded me of Laguna,
BONO'S HOUSE (or at least his gate),
The fabulous Fitzpatrick Hotel,
And all the places Eadaoin hung out at while growing up in Dalkey. That night, Eadaoin's mom made us corned beef and cabbage for dinner! Contrary to popular belief though, Irish people don't eat it that much ;)
Monday
Monday was a "bank holiday" for the Irish. Hence all of the schools were out, so Eadaion and I were able to meet up with our other Knott's friends, Jeff and Niall. Jeff suggested we go over to Glendalough, which is a giant lake and historic site down in Wicklow. Jeff was kind of enough to drive, and I was tripping out over the whole driving-on-the-wrong-side-of-the-road thing.
Our time in Glendalough was lovely. My friends did their best to tell me the historical significance of the place, but we had a great time just walking around and talking. And of course, reflecting on our days as Knott's carnies.
That night, Jeff's mom invited us all over for dinner. This time, we had ham and cabbage! Hahaha We stayed until about midnight watching Forgetting Sarah Marshall and me getting an orientation on Irish television.
By the way, it is CRAZY how popular the X-Factor is in Europe. Should be interesting to see what it's like in the United States. I'm over American Idol anyways :)
Tuesday
This was tragically my final day in Ireland. So Eadaoin and I went and explored Ireland's most popular and famous city: Dublin.
First we visited the famous Trinity College. The campus is gorgeous, and what's even cooler is that Eadaoin was a student there! She is currently working on finding a teaching job, so if you know of any in California, hook her up so she can come live in Huntington Beach :)
After seeing the Book of Kells at Trinity, we went to the generic spot where every American tourist is supposed to visit when in Dublin:
That's right, we went to the Guinness Factory.
It was surprisingly interesting to see. Quite frankly, I thought I was in it for the free pint, but it turned out to be a pretty nice experience. I had no idea how prestigious Guinness was, because honestly, I would never in a million years order one back in the states. Apparently, the Irish find the USA's version of Guinness to be disgusting. But the real deal goes down real smooth, and each one is carefully made and poured. Even Eadaoin enjoyed it, and she remembered it being really boring when she went as an 8-year-old.
The rest of the day consisted of souvenir shopping, eating another fabulous Irish dinner (shepherd's pie this time!), and watching that simply awful Miley Cyrus/Nicholas Sparks movie with Kate and Helen.
The next morning I departed at 4:00am, which was normally the time we were leaving the club. And oh my gosh...I was SO sad to leave!!! In case you couldn't tell by this novella of an entry, I had the trip of a lifetime. This experience was beyond unique, and sure beat trying to book hostels and keeping up with boring tour groups. The Irish all found it so weird that I loved Ireland so much, because they all had a love affair of their own with Huntingon Beach. But they treated me like I was one of their own, and showed me exactly what Ireland is all about: drinking, hospitality, drinking, good food, good friends, and drinking. It's the little things that make Ireland such a fabulous place to visit. Don't worry. I will be back some day.
In the meantime, Mommy and Daddy are in Florence! Life is SO GOOD RIGHT NOW. And God is so good for providing me with all this!
I am lucky :)
Love,
Kara