I don't think I can properly describe or depict my love for this country or its inhabitants.
Amberway Bread and Breakfast ran by a 20 year old
We went for a stroll on the ole long walk
In a land where woolly mammoths are the only explanation for soaked beds, where guys throw baby Guinness, Smithwicks, beamish, Guinness, red bull and vodkas, jaggerbombs, little irish men, accompanied with the phrase: Merry Christmas or Welcome to Ireland, where you can wear over sized clothing and put no time into looking good, head to a bar and guys find you more attractive than girls who tried and are wearing close to nothing, where you can sit in a pub for an afternoon and meet people with the most interesting networks, like an old college professor who's daughter is 'friendly' with your cousin, or the eternal student who just had dinner with a member of parliament, all while listening to musicians who have stumbled into the pubs off the streets solely to share a song and to ensure a good time.
On our way to the Cliffs of Moher
Went to see the fairies
I may want to live here
We went to the Guinness factory and had a pint
Dublin's fair city
May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of his hand.
May God be with you and bless you:
May you see your children's children.
May you be poor in misfortune,
Rich in blessings.
May you know nothing but happiness
From this day forward.
May the road rise up to meet you
May the wind be always at your back
May the warm rays of sun fall upon your home
And may the hand of a friend always be near.
May green be the grass you walk on,
May blue be the skies above you,
May pure be the joys that surround you,
May true be the hearts that love you.
<3 until we meet again