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Uh, Hey, We’re in Ireland! (Our European Adventure: Day 1)

June 13th, 2019:

So there we were. Overstuffed backpacks making our shoulders ache, wheeled suitcases constantly hitting bumps and threatening to topple over, and ankles far too bare for the unexpected wind that welcomed us into the Dublin morning. After 13 hours of travel, my family had landed in Ireland and were making our way to our European rental car, which promised a complete shattering of muscle memory.

Our plan was to make our way around Ireland in four days. We had decided to forego a bus and a designated schedule in favor of a terrifying adventure on the wrong side of the rode, a passionate new dedication and reliance on the design of Apple Maps, and the freedom to stop for pee breaks whenever we wanted. The pro and con list really could have been a novel in itself.

So there we were, in our just big enough car for a family of five with five suitcases, five backpacks and a lot of emotional baggage provoked by sleep deprivation. But alas, my dad started the car—from the passenger seat, so it seemed—and we skittered into the streets of Dublin, each of us wondering if this was such a good idea.

Now, for any of you who have read my blog before, you might know that my sister and I went to Ireland a few years ago. And if pictures from that trip are any indication, we were disgusted to be back. I mean, imagine having to look at this for a SECOND time.


Aside from simply wanting to visit this friendly, welcoming and beautiful country again, our main reason for making Ireland our first destination was to show my mom, dad, and brother the country that had stolen our hearts. We wanted them to see what our (pristinely executed) slideshow from three years ago couldn’t. And although we showed them ridiculously unmoving, definitely not borderline spiritual photos like this:


…they still agreed to come along.

Our first stop after landing was the Guinness Storehouse, (pro tip: buy your tickets online in advanced to save money, skip the line and get a free pint!) where my sister, Natalee, and I had previously become “certified Guinness pourers.” We were excited for our family to achieve this status so we could finally stop looking down on them.

Our reservation was for 4:30 p.m., and although we landed late and took a few (or six) wrong turns trying to navigate our way through the city streets, we were still running a little early by the time we parked in a nearby parking structure and made our way to the front door. So to kill time we headed to Harkin’s, a pub in walking distance from the Storehouse, and dove headfirst into some burgers, beers, and Irish coffees.

As we ate, we met up with the other half of our adventure crew: the Stevens. My cousin Taryn had just finished up a three-week study abroad program in Ireland and was the catalyst for our entire vacation/hijacking of her family’s vacation. What started as a “wouldn’t it be crazy to meet you in Ireland?” was suddenly a very real, “uh, hey, we’re in IRELAND!”

Once we finished our meal, we made our first walk as the newly imposing yet undeniably fabulous group of nine. We took our tour of the Storehouse, were all successfully certified (and recertified) and shared our first (and free!) pints of Guinness.

To my absolute unsurprise I still hated it.

Back at our car, we were met with our first dose of pure luck and (undoubtedly) heaven sent Irish hospitality. Being from Southern California, you’d think we’d be better equipped at reading street signs and might notice that our parking structure closed at 7:00 p.m. To our great fortune however, even though it was nearing 8:00 p.m., a security guard just so happened to be walking by and was able to unlock the gate, saving us a €100 retrieval fee, and a whole lot of over exhausted family angst. Slainte, you broad, Irish angel.


In the planning of this trip, we had a lot of conversations about how we wanted to get around Ireland, where we wanted to stay, etc. My sister and I had previously taken a clockwise route around the country, making pit stops in five main cities (Dublin, Cork, Gallway, Londonderry and Belfast) and so initially I assumed we’d do the same thing. However, in looking up lodging, I found that that route was going to be pricey. So, instead we opted to pick a city in the middle of the country to act as our home base—at least for the first couple days.

Which is how we wound up at the gate of this Airbnb in Mullingar.

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photo credit: Airbnb (check out the profile and rates for this place here. It’s way more affordable than it looks!)

Though it was a bit of a trek, the hosts, Carmel and Fintan, were incredibly charming and made us feel so at home that we were able to unload, unpack and crash—hard.


As I lay there in the moments before falling asleep, with the Irish countryside sitting right outside my window, the trip became both real and completely unfathomable all at the same time. I knew we’d made it, to both this country, this house and this adventure, but I also wondered if I’d wake up the next morning and it would all be a dream.

Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.

Read Day 2 & 3 here.

Slainte, Dublin (Ireland Day #7)


It was really strange waking up on Day 7 knowing that it was our last day as a group. When we went to bed that night, for the first time in over a week everyone would be on different schedules, all shuffling out a different times. So as we went through our morning routine and met Tim and Rob downstairs at the coach, I couldn’t help but feel a little pit in my stomach.

The primary item on the day’s agenda was the Guinness Storehouse a.k.a the Guinness Mecca. Similar to the Jameson Distillery, the Storehouse tour took us through the entire process of how the beer was made and how it essentially goes from a pile of plants to an Irish pub staple.

On the 5th (of 7) floors, we were given the opportunity to become certified Guinness pourers, which we did, and were then able to take our perfectly poured pints of beer to the top floor, known as the Gravity Bar and enjoy it leisurely as we took in arguably the best view of Dublin you can find.

From the Storehouse, we made our way back to the center of Dublin by foot, as we opted to forego the ride from the coach so we could have more time to enjoy the Gravity Bar’s view. And since we essentially had the rest of the day to ourselves, Natalee and I toured the city at our own pace, trying our best to follow the map Tim had given us that pointed our some key things to see.

Among the sites we were successfully able to find, despite the cities nearly impossible to follow street signage were:

Trinity College:


O’Connell Street:


Rosie’s Café where we got, you guessed it Panini’s with, you guessed it ddecf0ced88cca47ff9a9f32330c417bpotatoddecf0ced88cca47ff9a9f32330c417b chips.

Dublin Castle:


And this:


Which in case you can’t tell by its incredible architecture and overall exquisiteness is the view from a freaking bus stop. I took this picture while we waited for our own bus, shaming every other bus stop I’ve ever stood at for not trying hard enough.

At 6:00, after a few hours of intense napping/showering took place, a newly spruced and freshly groomed version of our group emerged from our hotel rooms to make our way to The Merry Ploughboy for dinner. And as if the week hadn’t been impressive enough, this dinner was the perfect way to end it. After first enjoying a three course meal, mine featuring a delicious potato cake, the lights were dimmed and the band took the stage to perform a variety of Irish songs. At somewhat of an intermission, four Irish dancers came out to blow our potato filled minds with some Riverdance, and then the band returned to close out the evening with a few last songs, including one very special to our group: “Galway Girl.”

From the restaurant the group was set to head to Temple Bar, but not before taking a family picture, all of us knowing it would be the last one. When I look at it now, it’s funny to think that there was a time when I didn’t know the people in the picture. That at one point we all wandered into a room as strangers, with no idea what to say to each other except, “hello.” Because now, as we all stood huddled together, ready to spend one last night together, we had not only gotten to know each other, but created new memories that only we would share.