So, last Tuesday I did something a little bit crazy. I got a ride up to the Newark airport, got on a plane, and flew to Ireland alone. Now it wasn’t entirely unplanned - I had a few nights booked in a Dublin hostel, a crapload of money, and a work permit. But: nope, don’t know anyone in Ireland, didn’t know where I’d go or what I’d do.
I arrived, of course, obscenely jet-lagged, lost, confused, tired, regretting the whole thing, and in dire need of a few eons of sleep. Found the hostel. Collapsed into bed. Got up, wandered around Dublin a bit, found something to eat. Went back to bed.
My head has cleared a bit since then, and the first order of business for the Irish on the boards: Please, please tell me that when I move into a bedsit or something, the shower isn’t going to be like the ones in the hostels? We’ve had a lot of advances in plumbing, and showers can have knobs that let you both adjust the temperature and stay on until you’re good and ready for them to turn off. Push button showers, uncool.
But other than some dubious plumbing (and weather), this country is growing on me quite quickly. Dublin felt a little bit too much like New York price-wise for my liking, so after a few days of doing the tourist bit I hopped on a bus (only nine euro! Holy crap I love Europe!) and headed down to Cork.
I’m in love. Cork is exactly the way Ireland is in my mind. A small-towny feel but not entirely antiquated, hilly, full of immensely friendly people and little bed-and-breakfasts (which I can’t afford, but that’s not the point). The colorful buildings, the green-ness…I highly recommend it (though I start job and apartment-hunting hardcore tomorrow; we’ll see how the honeymoon lasts).
On the busride down to Cork I was surprised by how rural that stretch of Ireland is. Dublin could very well be any major city - a blur of buses, a jumble of languages, a splatter of tourism. But then, ten minutes out of the city, and there’s nothing but farm, sheep, and cows. (Cute baby sheep, too). There wasn’t much traffic but I still find it unsettling, because everyone insists on driving on the wrong side of the road. (Yes, I have already accidentally stepped into traffic.)
Really, that’s all I’ve got for now, unless anyone wants a detailed review of the Sights of Dublin, a meandering around Cork, and Blarney Castle (which is totally worth it). Mostly just wanted to remind myself that it was worth it to resubscribe.
Bonus fact: When I walked into the hostel in Cork the TV was on and there was some show entirely in Gaelic on. Between that and the bilingual signs, I have thsi to say: Holy crap that’s one bizarro language, which I would love nothing more than to learn.
