what a spring break

That was an extremely long and amazing spring break! For those who don't know, I went to Ireland to visit my old roommate Pat. I think today I'll just go over the basics of what I did, and in the future I will add more later.

Thursday, March 8th (wow that seems so long ago)
This was my day of travel. I left South Bend at 4 AM to catch the plane in Chicago. There, I witnessed what was a ridiculous back and forth of people trying to get on to a plane where the gate was closed. This was, however, the only part of the trip that I actually wrote down in my journal. I eventually arrived in Dublin at 6 AM Friday morning.

Friday
I took a nap that morning because I hadn't slept in a long time. As I was sleeping, the adventures of Shower Shitter ensued. It was ridiculous. Anyway, when I awoke, I went into town with Ginna and went to the O'Connell House, which is ND's house in Dublin. It's ridiculous that ND owns the house where the Liberator of Ireland lived. Anyway, after walking around town for a while, we went back to the UCD campus, which is about a 15 minute bus ride from downtown Dublin, and had some tuna/rice/corn mixture. And our cooking was actually good. That evening, we went to Doyle's, which is like a much better Backer. It has a dance floor (but a big one) and still has lots of hilarious creepers (except these aren't over 40, and they are foreign.) Anyway, after a night of craziness, we went back to UCD.

Saturday
Kevin, Katie and Moira (Pat's sister) arrived. They were pretty tired and jetlagged, so we just hung out at the O'Connell House for a while. That evening, we ate at O'Neills pub. It was some of the most amazing lamb stew I have ever had. I can still taste it now. Mmmm. However, since Kevin, Katie, and Moira were tired from traveling and didn't get a chance (like I did) to take a nap, so we went back to UCD.

Sunday
All the Dublin kids went on a field trip to a mountain whose name I forgot. Therefore, Kevin, Katie, Moira and I were going to the house in Ballycroy by ourselves by train that day. Since Kevin and Katie had a hotel, Moira and I had to travel to Heuston Station (the train station). It is fortunate that I have such a keen sense of direction, because we get there just fine. We got to Westport, where we found Dermot, our cab driver taking us to the house. Dermot is quite a character. When asked, "Is there an ATM in Ballycroy?" his response was a quite ridiculous "Christ NO!" I guess you had to be there.
Once we arrived to the house, we had something else coming to us. This house was 3 miles away from Ballycroy. And, well, Ballycroy itself wasnt much of a town, either. It had 2 pubs, 1 of which was owned by Dermot, the cab driver who seems to own half the town, and the other was not only a pub, but also a grocery store and the town post office. This town was that small. And the night was sooo dark, since there were no lights or houses around. Also, we had to burn peat to keep warm and alive.

I will stop here, on Sunday, because I have much more to say than I can imagine or I have time for. Later I will type more.