If you think you can go to Ireland and somehow not hear “Galway Girl” one million times, you are sadly mistaken.
I know I’m not alone here when I say that the transition into the New Year has got me reminiscing about all the things I experienced in 2015 and all the ways I have grown from those experiences.
After 13 months of living in Dublin, and spending a good chunk of those weekends out on the piss in Dublin pubs, I realized that despite the plethora of no-doubt-quality pubs in the city centre, my friends and I always seemed to end up at up at the same one: J.W. Sweetman.
Sitting on the Liffey. Visiting the Guinness Storehouse. Cailee and Alyssa happy to be in Dublin! St. Patrick's Cathedral. Paying our respects to those who lost their lives at Kilmainham Gaol.
Apparently when I’m jet-lagged, disoriented, and hungry, I turn to alcohol. Sleep is for the weak and responsible.