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Barcelona Weekend

On By EmilyinEarnestIn Travel, Working Holiday4 Comments

Hello friends!

So I’m sorry about the radio silence lately, I’m already into the seventh month of my gap year which is both terrifying and… nope it’s just terrifying. For all those of you who are considering the gap year in Ireland or in the early stages, be prepared to hit month six and suddenly be very interested in marriage (as long as that EU citizenship is up for grabs *sassy shrugging girl emoji*).

After my mom came to visit and we had our grand road trip, I was itching to get back into the traveling game. Three glasses of wine deep the next Friday I decided some adventure was in order and booked myself a trip to Barcelona for four days! I’d been to Spain before, but only in the South, and long had my inner Cheetah Girl been telling me it was time to feel the Barcelona heat.

So, off I flew, crammed into the tiny matchbox that is a RyanAir plane (but for eighty euro round trip, they can do no wrong, even though by the end of the flight I felt like my neighbor was my long lost conjoined twin).

I arrived to Barcelona and after needlessly confusing myself on which bus to take(side note, A1 and A2 will take you to city centre), I finally arrived at Pars Tailor’s Hostel, which was a really nice smaller hostel if you’re looking for one. The interior was designed like an old tailor (hence the name) with tons of common room space for people to chill. It’s the kind of hostel that’s good for solo travelers, since everyone hung out together and made friends in the common room over sangria (how I love sangria).

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While I got a top bunk (which has always scared me even though I’m technically an adult), I was happy to be in a new place. Eager to explore my friend and I (who had met me at the hostel, as her flight arrived earlier), went in search for food. Here is where I take a brief moment to express how much I loved the food in Spain. We ate empanadas and sat outside a café, mine had some sort of meat in them, which could very well have been unicorn since it tasted so good (this may have been due to my lack of lunch, but I think they still would’ve been fantastic on a full stomach).

We decided that we wanted to go out that night, and joined in on the sangria and night out deal that the hostel did, which was really fun but also a lot to handle when you’re a grandma like me (I love pajamas and wine, what can I say) and they don’t even start to go out until midnight or later. Let’s just say that flaming shots were had, and apparently there were dancers in masks, I have no recollection of the last part but needless to say they know how to party in Barcelona.

The best part of the trip to me though was going on a tour and just generally walking around, looking at all the architecture and people-watching. The buildings all had beautiful balconies and the Gaudí architecture broke up the standard cityscape with their surreal fantasy-like colors and angles.

We also visited the Barcelona Cathedral, which I would definitely recommend to anyone planning to go to the city. First of all it’s just a beautiful example of a Gothic cathedral, with huge faulted ceilings and intricate detailing, but it also has a few surprises. In the courtyard to the right side they keep thirteen white geese in honor of their Patron Saint Eulàlia, who was thirteen years old when she was beheaded and who had a white dove fly out of her head (strange but the geese were cute). You can also take a very rickety elevator ride (during which I imagined my Tower-of-Terror-style death about eleven times) to the roof of the cathedral and see out over the entire city. Very much worth conquering my fear of heights and questionable construction to see.

I even ended up doing a Tapas Tour (all of which was done through Sandemans) which brought us to three bars and gave us tapas and drinks at each bar. We also learned how to drink out of a traditional porrón, which is essentially just a pitcher with a pinched spout so you can chug wine and still look classy (until you spill said wine all down your front when trying to stop the stream, in which place I would suggest wearing black).

In summary, I spent four days wandering around the warm(er than Dublin) city, looking at all the architecture and stopping occasionally for some of the delicious food (churros, ham on baguettes, tapas, paella = YAS). Barcelona was the perfect weekend trip to just get away and have a bit of fun. 🙂

Killarney National Park

On By EmilyinEarnestIn Ireland, Travel1 Comment

My last post about my road trip was just not enough to fully express how much I loved Killarney National Park (I’m a sucker for a good panorama view). So, I knew I had to post all the pictures from the trip so that you guys could share in my obsessive need to take pictures of everything! So without further ado…

Ireland Road Trip

On By EmilyinEarnestIn Ireland, Travel4 Comments

Hello friends!

So for the past 9 days I’ve had the pleasure of entertaining my mom on her second trip to Ireland (the first time was in the 80’s so a lot of things have changed!). One thing we were both in agreement about was the fact that we wanted to do a road trip to see the countryside of Ireland.

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It was AMAZING. Traveling in early January was great since it had the benefit of being after the Christmas rush, while still getting to see most of the beautiful decorations (like myself, the Irish people cling to their Christmas spirit well into the next month). Since the high season of travel in Ireland is usually the summer (most commonly May to late September), we got the hotels for half price and the roads/passageways were much less crowded.

We grabbed an automatic car from Budget Car Rental, which is located up in Drumcondra in Dublin (they also have a site at Dublin Airport). I would definitely recommend getting an automatic rather than a manual, even if you’ve driven a manual before. The coordination it takes just to stay on the left and navigate the tiny side roads was enough to deal with. For the four days we rented the car, it was about 250 euro, and that was with the highest level of insurance, so that gives you a bit of a price range if you’re thinking of doing a drive yourself.

Day 1:

Our first stop was the western city of Galway! I’d been before and loved the vibe, with the cobblestone streets and the young population (the NUI Galway students make up a big portion of the residents), it’s the perfect place to stop and grab a pint. We walked around the NUI Galway campus, took in the cathedral and then had dinner at the Cellar Bar.

After getting our fill of the Galway scenery, we headed out towards our first hotel, which was in the seaside village of Spanish Point. We made the mistake of waiting til nightfall to begin the journey and had the unique experience of being lost in the dark on Irish back roads! Despite my mom’s insistence that we could just pull over and sleep, I was determined not to be woken up by a cow looking in my window, and we eventually arrived at our stop for the night. We stayed at the Bellbridge House Hotel, which was right by the water and had three beds in the one room, so it could easily accommodate a bigger group. We drank our fill of beer at the in-house pub and then went for a well earned rest.

Day 2:

The next morning we made our way along the coast and towards Kerry, where we were to visit some of my distant cousins in a town called Ballylongford. We saved about 100 km of driving by taking the ferry between County Clare and County Kerry and arrived in good time to meet with my family.

With our stomachs full of tea, we drove leisurely along the coast and through back-roads until we reached Tralee and decided to stay overnight. We stayed in the Grand Hotel, which was extremely comfortable (once we figured out the trick of opening the older door), and we once again toasted our own driving skills in the pub. Let’s just say this was a beer themed trip…

Day 3:

Post-gorging ourselves on free breakfast (when you book online!) and after stuffing copious amounts of snacks into our purses for later (we were very sly), we loaded into the car for day three.

We had nothing to do and no goals or meetups planned, so we just went along the ring of Kerry, stopping whenever we wanted tea or saw something cool. We ended up going all around the waters edge, seeing glorious views (when the fog parted, damn you January weather!) and old ruins.

One such ruin was Ballycarbery Castle, which was built in the 16th century and still largely intact despite no intense efforts to preserve it. We had stopped in the town of Cahersiveen for a cup of tea and saw the signs for the castle, with a bit of help from google maps, we soon came upon the edifice, emerging from the fog along the little harbor. We were the only people there, which meant we got to take an embarrassing amount of pictures. I climbed up to the top level, which was cool but also made me very conscious of my own mortality, as the collapse of multiple walls made the cavernous dark rooms beneath the upper walkways very visible. All in all it fulfilled my Lord of the Rings fantasies and was more than worth the stop.

From there we ventured along the Ring of Kerry and eventually hit Killarney National Park, which I would 100% recommend to ANYONE coming to Ireland. The mountains and overlooks of the park were amazing, with little pullovers in the street that let you stop and admire or take pictures. There was an old abandoned church, which looked super spooky among the hills, and tons of different hiking routes. Something for basically anyone who visited. GO TO KILLARNEY NATIONAL PARK… too much enthusiasm.

The windy, twisty roads of the park had left us tired, but completely in love with the area, so we decided to bed down in the town of Killarney at the International Hotel. The staff here were the best we’d interacted with on the trip, with lots of good advice on what to do in the town. With their help, we found a pub that had live trad music on that night (the pub attached to the Killarney Grand Hotel, which I’m pretty sure has music 7 days a week) and spent an hour listening to the different Irish melodies.

Day 4:

Our fourth and final day we had a time crunch since we needed to get the car back to the rental facility by 6pm. We woke up early and headed out to Muckross Abbey, which was founded in the 15th century on a piece of land that is not on the very outer corner of Killarney National Park. Since we were there around 8:30am, we were the only visitors once again, which was fun but also a bit scary since I’ve watched way too many episodes of Ghost Hunters International. The abbey was absolutely beautiful and very well preserved. There were upper levels you could walk around in and a courtyard with a huge yew tree in the center.

Next on the agenda was the Rock of Cashel. After a two hour drive, we arrived at the town of Cashel, once again quenching our thirst with a good old pot of tea at the Bake House, which was a really cozy cafe right in the center of town.

We made our way up the hill leading to the Rock of Cashel, stopping at the little souvenir shop at the base of the monument, where we were advised by the very kind shop owner that the film they show is crap, but the tours are fantastic. So, with this in mind, we headed up and bought our tickets, wandering around the grounds until our tour started.

The shop owner was correct, the tour was really good, giving us fun little tidbits about the place and the people who had inhabited it. One of my favorite factoids was that the statue of Jesus on the cross is the only one in Ireland that has him fully clothed, as opposed to having his upper half exposed. This was because the statue was placed outside and the monks, knowing how cold Irish winter could be, didn’t want him to be exposed.

Finally it was time to make the journey back to Dublin. I will definitely be going back to the Ring of Kerry and Killarney National Park, as they’re definitely the types of places where you can find something new every time you go.

Anyway, I’ll be posting a photo-centered post after this, just because I can’t resist showing off the beautiful scenery! If you’re thinking of doing a road trip and have questions about the route we took, shoot me a message! 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dublin Strolls: 15/12/16

On By EmilyinEarnestIn Dublin, Ireland, TravelLeave a comment

So after my last stroll with my camera went so well, I was ready to give it another go. We had a rare sunny (and moderately warm) day, so my flatmate and I trekked to City Centre to take a look inside Christ Church Cathedral.

As luck would have it, when we went up to pay the entrance fee, the woman at the counter told us it was free for the next five minutes! Not only that, but we got to listen to a musical ensemble practice while we looked around (which was a bit creepy when we were in the crypt with soft waltz-y music floating down the steps and echoing, but it was beautiful nonetheless).

Brussels and Bruges

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While I’d never had any great aspirations to go to Belgium, the cheap airline prices and thoughts of delicious chocolate lured me into buy a flight spur of the moment one day while I was procrastinating at work (some people scroll through Buzzfeed to occupy themselves, I make questionable travel decisions!).

Soon enough, my flatmate and I had our single carry-ons stuffed to the brim with outfits and toiletries and were on our way to Brussels for four days of waffle-induced-food-coma bliss. We arrived and made our way to the train station within the airport to catch a ride into the city. This seemed simple, but unfortunately, none of the trains said anything about Brussels City Centre. After milling around for a few minutes, consulting google maps and stressing about our general lack of geographical knowledge, we boarded a train. Eventually we got off at a stop which was much farther from our hostel than anticipated, but still made it into the city all the same (thank God).

We chose the Meininger Brussels City Hostel, which is a chain of hostels that are scattered around Europe. After realizing that we were put in separate rooms, a very nice employee (shout out to Maple) switched us into a different room so we could be together. It turned out that even though we’d payed for an eight person room, we ended up in a four person room (score) with two mild Canadian boys with terrible taste in music and a habit of walking around (and speaking to us) whilst only in their underwear. However, deciding that it could be much worse, we were happy with the situation. The room itself was one of the nicest I’ve had in a hostel. The linens were clean the room was modern and the shower had fantastic water pressure. There were also separate rooms for the shower, toilet and sinks so that the bathroom wasn’t completely shut down when one person was in it.

The one bad thing was it was far away from the restaurants and nightlife of the city, so once you were there you were a bit isolated. Also, if you’re thinking of booking here, it’s more hotel-like than most hostels and there were multiple families staying there, so it’s not what I would call a “party hostel.”

After dumping our stuff, we set off to explore the city, bopping from one area to the next with no real destination in mind. We went to the Town Hall and explored the little alley way shops. Eventually we ended up eating at a conveyor belt sushi place called Kabuki where we spent the next hour taking our pick of Japanese dishes off a little train that traveled around the restaurant (this is not a joke) and drinking bottled water out of wine glasses (which sounds excessively fancy, but they refused to give us tap water so we had to go big).

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Since we had gotten up at 3am that morning to catch our plane, by the time we’d finished dinner we were pretty much zombies, so we headed back to the hostel for the night.

The next day we did a full city tour through Sandeman’s New Europe tours, which have branches in multiple cities in Europe and were recommended by our hostel. Our enigmatic guide (an Irishman named Mick) led us through the city showing off the Grand Place, the famous Manneken Pis and the covered market (Les Galeries Royales Saint-Hubert).

Once this had finished we ate a lunch of chocolate covered waffles while overlooking the city and then made the decision to sign up with the same company for a beer tour (when in Belgium, right?).

The beer tour took us to two bars where we got to taste all the traditional beer flavors of Belgium, including a Trappist beer which is brewed by monks.This seemed a bit odd to me but hey, if God made water into wine, why can’t monks make it into beer? I certainly thought the Belgian beer selections were heavenly anyway. After the tour finished a big group of us who had been on it together headed to the Delirium Cafe, which has over 2,000 types of beer (cue dancing girl emoji) to have a few glasses of the strong stuff. I’ve always been a huge Delirium Tremens fan so this was a cool treat.

After stumbling home (those Deliriums have very high alcohol percentages), we prepared ourselves for another early morning.

We spent the next full day in Bruges, a city about an hour outside of Brussels by train. We booked the tour through the same company we’d used the day before (they made a fortune off of us) and the price included the train to and from the city as well as a guided tour (which for £30 didn’t seem too bad).

I immediately fell in love with Bruges. It’s a UNESCO world heritage site and seems completely untouched by the modern world. As an old medieval port, it had retained it’s old city feel, with cobblestones and beautiful churches and towers dominating the landscape. No cars were to be seen, with horses and buggies winding through the streets. We took a boat ride along the series of canals which was cool because it gave you a completely different perspective of the city than you got walking.

We ate lunch in one of the many little cafes and by the time the sun went down, both myself and my flatmate had agreed that this was the most whimsical spot in Europe and that we had to move here and rent a little flat along the canal (rent is expensive in Dublin, I can’t imagine how much it would cost in Bruges…).

My biggest regret from the trip is that we didn’t spend a night in Bruges, but in the end we took the train back to Brussels.

The next day we were killing time before our later flight. We had seen the sights, had all types of beer, eaten chocolate and frites (their famous twice-fried french fries) and waffles more times than socially acceptable and ended up strolling around the botanical gardens. While Brussels was fun and beautiful, it was definitely no more than a two day trip max.

Finally, we boarded the train (the correct one this time, huzzah) and started our trip back to the Big Smoke.

A Day in Howth

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Hello friends!

So I wanted to take the time to write about a day trip I took recently with my gal pal Hanna. One of the best aspects of living in Dublin is how easy it is to escape the city when you need a breather and be in some of the most beautiful landscapes. Howth, a town about 30 minutes away by train, offers just such an escape.

We grabbed our tickets that day from Pearse Street Station and hopped onto the train, which took us along the coast to the little seaside town. As soon as you step out of the station and walk along the little fish shops and chippers and see the boats in the harbor, you can just feel yourself relax.

The town itself is pretty bustling, with tons of tourists and residents milling around the sidewalks and through the market (then again we went on the weekend so it might have made it more crowded). There was a cluster of people standing at the edge of the dock, looking down into the water, so we made our way over, eager to see what the commotion was all about. There, bobbing in the water, was a seal! It blinked up at us, it’s whiskered face hopeful that we’d throw some fish down. When a toddler threw an apple at it instead (so rude) it submerged itself back into the waves. With thoughts of cute underwater creatures in mind, we continued on our way.

We knew we wanted to do the cliff walk, but needed some sustenance first, so we stopped at a pub and grabbed some fish, chips and cider, which then led to thirty minutes of food-coma, which we pretending was just us appreciating the ambiance of the pub.

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Hanna enjoying her pint 🙂

Once you get off the train, if you just take a left and walk all the way along the beach, you’ll eventually see the road start to veer sharply right and up a hill, that’s where the cliff walk starts (and also when your leg muscles start to feel the burn).

The views along the path are incredible, with the expanse of ocean extending out from the cliffs dotted with heather plants. Then again, they say a picture is worth a thousand words so here we are…

The entire walk took about 2 hours, but that was mostly due to the fact that we were stopping for majestic photo shoots every seven steps. It was a bit rocky and narrow at times, so good walking shoes would be a must if you’re planning on doing it.

After a questionable descent which involved us deciding to take a different path down for a “change in scenery” and then ending up in a random residential neighborhood, we finally returned to the shoreline.

We were very tired after our failed attempt at being spontaneous and decided to refuel with a good old fashioned 99 (which is soft serve with a flake stuck in it, the perfect combination of things).

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If you’re thinking of a day trip, Howth is perfect. Even if you don’t feel like doing the cliff walk, there are tons of little shops and a food market that you can stroll around in, or you can just plant yourself by the beach and read a book.