it was july 2 2008

michele and i got off the plane in dublin after not sleeping the entire plane ride from boston. we were so confused and tired at this point, but incredibly excited when we saw jess waiting for us as we arrived and carrying a sign that welcomed us to ireland. it was so nice to see her and exciting, she'd spent the whole night taking a bus ride across the country to get to dublin. so from the airport we checked out the hostel, great location down a small side street. then we went back to the airport to get a bus up to northern ireland. OH boy was that insane...we spent alllll day on and off buses to get to giant's causeway at the northern tip of the country. the day was cold and rainy and we all slept each leg of the trip on whatever bus we were on. i was happy to see the irish countryside which is so pastural and rustic with farms for miles. there are cute stone walls and sheep and lots of cows that just sit in the fields looking over the cliffs. norther ireland is just cold feeling, weather wise and in general. we finally made it to giant's causeway having traveled about four hours to get there and then it would be another several hours back to dublin which resulted in us having one heck of an adventure and leaving us dead to the world by the end...