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Props to the barefoot pilgrims!

I met many travelers at the very sociable hostel in Doolin, the most memorable of which was a group of four Italians who had rented a car.  After going for drinks and very animated conversation, I discovered in our group of 5, I was the only one who didn’t smoke and only one of the girls was trying to quit, so she stayed in the pub with me.  Luckily, she was the only one in the group who didn’t speak English, so we somehow managed to have a conversation using the few English words she knew and me trying to recall the Spanish I learned in school.  Somehow, it magically led to me learning the word ‘polipo’, or octopus.  This quickly became my favorite word in Italian and still tops my list.
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Speeding on one-way roads and eating at a slow food festival in Ireland

After two weeks of traveling by bus through Ireland, I finally found some alternative long-distance transportation.  On my last night in Dingle, I met an Australian girl who was driving to Doolin, so I got a lift with her over the pass to the next peninsula.  I had already made a hostel booking and so had she, and as small as Doolin is, we managed to have rooms at different hostels.  She lucked out and had the nice hostel with a cozy character and I got the sterile hostel overrun with a massive school group.  Needless to say, I visited her in her charming cottage/hostel that night.
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A green traveller in a kelly green country

I knew Ireland was green, but I was not expecting it to be, well, green!  Coming from Washington State, aka The Evergreen State, and living just North of Seattle, The Emerald City (named after the city Dorothy went to in The Wizard of Oz), I thought I knew what green was.  While Washington State greenery tends to goes up with tall trees and amazing mountain ranges, Ireland green stays pretty low to the ground with rolling hills and lots of tree-free pasture land.
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Going outside the tourist bubble

I began my trip in Dublin, Ireland. After a full day on two planes with a lovely 13-hour layover in Boston, I arrived at the crack of dawn, severely jet-lagged, dehydrated and exhausted. After a full day recovering, I went, with my guidebook as my bible, around Dublin, exploring every sight that was listed and taking countless pictures.
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