The Luck of the Irish!
My last weekend of spring break was spent in Dublin, Ireland. It sounds as surreal writing it now as it was going. I’ve never been there before and didn’t know what to expect. I was beyond happy with the old style of the buildings, churches and castles and even the cobblestone streets. The first night we were there we asked some locals if they had any suggestions on where to go and we found ourselves enjoying Irish coffees at the oldest pub in Ireland, the Brazen Head. We stayed for almost 5 hours, met some great people, and listened to a wonderful band which was made up of a guitarist and a banjo player. I couldn’t help but feel like I was at home.
