While I have breath, I hope.

After getting a cab to the airport at 4 in the morning and getting on a plan at 6:30, we landed in the Dublin to be greeted by the Bagel Factory and Starbucks. Guess what? This starbucks had REAL brewed coffee. Not just espresso and water that they want you to think is coffee. This was all well and good until we were on the 3 hour bus ride to galway and I thought I was going to pee my pants due to the extra large coffee I had to consume right before we left.


I have to say though, Ireland was probably my favorite place. I LOVED it. The people were so nice and we had the perfect day on Tuesday. If you ever go to Ireland you must must must go to Galway, go on the Cliffs of Moher tour, and ask for Desmond to be your tour guide. Listen, I'm usually not a fan of group tours. People are annoying. Bottom line. But this tour was fan tas tic.

 We got on the bus at 10 that morning in the pouring rain and 40 degree weather and started our journey. Our tour guide, Desmond, knew one of the girls that we were with because she studies in Galway and had been on one of his previous tours. Well, this worked to our advantage. Not only did he call us his queens all day, but he also bought us candy bars and fudge, and sang me some Irish song about a girl named Molly. Sweetest little 60 year old irish man I have ever seen (Cute old people just kill me). We spent all day driving through the country side.  My favorite stop was this little restaurant right on the water where they had a huge wood burning fire place and we all got hot chocolate. It was beautiful. 

After a great lunch of seafood chowder we walked outside and the sun was out and a huge rainbow appeared. I'm telling you, it was magical. And I don't use the word "magical" lightly. It sounds like I'm trying to be in a disney movie or something.



Then we made our way to the cliffs. Last year they were voted one of the top 7 natural wonders in the world. After going there, I understood. It was beautiful. And sunny, which apparently never happens. And in all seriousness, the grass is really greener in Ireland.








 As you can see, it was so beautiful. And a picture just didn't even capture all of it.





















After the cliffs we made one more stop and then Desmond took us back to Galway. He had us stay on the bus and drove us to the grocery store so that we wouldn't have to walk all the way back in the rain. Nicest man ever. I don't think that would have happened anywhere else. The Irish are great people.

On another note, I found out my last name in Celtic means "while I have breath, I hope" ... which I actually really like. Here I was thinking I had a boring name! pish posh.

Alright I need to go make my schedule for nova for next semester. I have to register on Wednesday. Time is flying by! But guess what? Every villanova student who is abroad has a 5:30 registration time either the same day as me or the following day, meaning they would register at 11:30 here. Cool. Perfect. Guess when my registration time is? 9 pm. So guess who has to get their ass up at 3 am to register for classes? This girl right here. Of course.

One more picture to show you that I am in need of serious mental help...