Getting Down on the Farm... Or Not

Monday morning we decided to be tourists for the day and go visit the Guinness storeroom to see how to make the perfect Irish beer. We also walked around the city, took a bunch of random pictures, and stood outside a bunch of famous churches (since that is what we are supposedly suppose to do as tourists and we are both far too cheap to pay to go inside). It was great!

Eventually Kristen got connected to her friend’s brother named Dermot, who lives in Dublin at the University College of Dublin. Although neither of them knew each other, Bernard (Kristen’s friend) had said we could stay with him since it would be free. So that is what we did. We hopped on the next bus and headed over there. The plans to meet were very vague and there was suspicion of whether we would actually meet up or end up just taking a nice bus ride through the city. Luckily, to our surprise, Dermot and his friend were waiting at the bus stop for us.

When we got to the place, a bunch of us sat around in the living room and talked. There were probably five to ten guys in the room at all times (it always seemed like some one was coming or going). They all seemed very young (even though they were our ages) and all of them were going to school for the same thing- agriculture (or farming). It was quite a unique crowd of college guys to say the least. Not only did they play good ol’ country music (yes, the kind of music that we just love back home), but they also liked to play “games,” or more so, they liked to play games on us. Let’s just say in the games Brittany ended up getting her butt soaking wet and Kristen ended up breaking a mug.  

Since it had been a busy day and both of us were exhausted, sadly we were not the best of company and all we could say about the night is it was interesting and another lesson was learned. Although it is nice to have free places to stay and we are so thankful for them allowing us to stay there, it is even nicer to have a place to lodge where you know you can stay for sure and a bed or pillow to at least sleep comfortably for a few hours. But thinking positively, we did just get to experience another aspect of Ireland, which is surprisingly very similar to life back home.