A couple of weeks ago, I realized I was going to get to spend St. Paddy’s Day in Ireland. WHAT! Lucky. Hashtag blesssed. I get to be super Irish-y on the most Irish day of the year!
Well, I soon found out that most Irish don’t actually partake in these festivities and instead use their bank holiday to relax. And apparently, the whole drink-green-beer-and-wear-as-much-green-as-possible is just something that the Americans started and the Irish now do all for the sake of having a good time.
I can respect it all.
Two of my Texas friends came to visit for the “holidays,” and we started celebrating St. Paddy’s Eve with every other tourist in Dublin. We spent four hours at a popular pub in the south, and then migrated to The Temple Bar, arguably the most popular (and touristy) pub in Dublin.
The next morning, after meeting a plethora of varying ranges of alcoholics, we decided to venture to the St. Patrick’s Day parade in the heart of the city. It was SO PACKED. I imagine the energy to be that of the Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade in NYC.
We soaked up the good vibes, the hurried it to the airport to catch our evening flight to Istanbul. A rushed 24 hours of celebrating my beloved new home, and it’s something I’m so excited to have experienced!