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Hayley Rozman

The Luck of the Irish

by Hayley Rozman Tuesday, April 11, 2017

The luck of the Irish was not in our favor this weekend, but it made for an important lesson.

For a while, my friends and I werent even sure if this trip would happen. Plane tickets and lodging options were through the roof and it was difficult to coordinate plans with too many different people. And then somehow, it came together.

Lexi, a friend from my program, and I were getting ready to board! It felt like a scene from a movie
just open space all around us.

Then over the weekend, it felt like everything that could have gone wrong, did. One of our friends printed the wrong bus passes and almost wasnt allowed to board, we misread our plane tickets and got to the gate with five minutes to spare, and the passengers applauded the pilot for landing the plane in winds that felt strong enough to pick up a small child. It was bad weather, we got on the tram going the wrong direction, and realized our hotel was a solid hour away from the City Center of Dublin.

We were finally settled in, but had a hard time finding a place to eat at 9:30 pm, and it made for an expensive dinner. It was midnight by the time we met up with some of our other friends, and we just wanted to participate in the St. Paddys Day festivities. We ended up going home to plan for Saturday morning.

We went to the Cliffs of Moher along the Atlantic coastline, supposedly some of the most beautiful sights of Ireland. Well, as luck would have it, we spent 8 or 9 hours round-trip on four different busses to see a lot of fog. At this point, we couldnt do anything but laugh. It was such a disappointment, but we tried to look on the bright side and make each-another feel better.

Here we are at the Cliffs of Moher. You can just barely make out the lines of the cliffs in the fog. It was so windy and cold, and we couldn
t even make it to the castle on the edge. But thats spring in Ireland for you!

Things started to look up on Saturday. We hung out in a local bar and listened to an Irish singer as he jammed on his guitar and got to see Dublin a bit more before catching our Sunday afternoon return flight.

The sun finally came out a little in time to say farewell. Featuring one of the cute streets in the city of Dublin.

The weather wasnt perfect and everybody was a little on edge, but we reminded ourselves how lucky we were to even be in Ireland to begin with. I got to check another country off my list and celebrate my (minimal, but existent) Irish heritage for St. Patricks Day. Im so grateful and fortunate to be living in Europe for these four months and Im having the time of my life. A little gloomy weather cant take that away.