It seems that there are some places you go, where you feel an immediate connection. As soon as I landed in Dublin, I knew I'd want to stay longer. I liked it already. It was probably the accent, or the friendly people. Nah, it was probably the Guinness.
I'll never forget my first Irish Guinness. It was magical. It was Tuesday night and the pubs were packed and the fiddles were hot. Tweedly dee. Evey night is like Friday night, it's ridiculous.
I met some really nice people in Dublin. We had some old school fun. I feel as though there was a part of me that was forgotten for a while that I remembered on this trip.
I still feel warm when I think of Dublin.... and I still crave a Guinness.
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