|Fellow blogger Cassie, Shannon, and I on the Airlink|
It's a rush, the realization that you've managed to get yourself to an entirely different country. Stepping off that cheap Ryanair plane with it's bright yellow and blue seats (which took me back to my year in middle school as a Northwest Knight in blue and gold before I moved to Ross and "found myself" as they say) was amazing. For the first time, I felt really capable of anything, everything. I'd been to other countries before, but not like this.
Perhaps the feeling was a little bit prophetic, because my experience in Dublin was vastly different from the other trips I'd taken before. Every single trip has been fantastic in its own way, but in Dublin I really felt like it was about more than just seeing the sight and saying I'd been there. In Dublin, we really got to interact with the PEOPLE, with the CULTURE, in a way I hadn't before.
|The soup and bread Gina and I had at the Cafe--yum!|
|The Picture, Courtesy of Irish Stranger|
|The Irish conception of people from Indiana?|
|The American conception of the Irish?|
|The Five Intrepid Explorers in front of St. Patrick's Cathedral|