Filed under: Dublin, Ireland
I thought that title was befitting seeing as William Butler Yeats was Ireland’s greatest poet (and my personal favourite.)
I’M IN IRELAND.
This is so exciting. I don’t even really know why I’m writing an entry when I’ve only just arrived. I have nothing to update. But my excitement was just so overwhelming. I got in last night really late because my flight took forever to get off the ground. (that’s what I get for paying ten pounds to ride ryanair.) The whole situation was a mess. Since I got in late, I missed the last bus that was to take me to meet my good friend John Gowland. So I had to take an hour taxi ride that cost me 40 euro. disgusting.
But I’m here and I’m proud to say I started the weekend off right… with a… two pints of guinness.
john’s place is great. he’s in class right now but when he gets back we’re heading out into the city and probably won’t be back in till some time tomorrow morning.
Ireland Ireland Ireland. blessed be.
slainte!
—m
