Two days in and I feel like I’ve been here for years. Not that I feel comfortable yet, but just that I’ve done and seen so much it feels like no human being could do that much stuff in 48 hours. Here are some of my first impressions from my first two days in Dublin, Ireland.
Landing in Ireland was mostly how I imagined. I saw sweeping very green landscapes. But not until I was quite close to the ground because of the overcast skies and foggy clouds. It was overcast, cold and misty walking out of the airport. The day continued like that. But that brings me to my first impression: the weather.
They can tell you about the weather, but you don’t know Irish climate until you experience it. It is completely erratic, which you would think I’m used to being from Colorado where it can go from shorts and flip-flops weather in the morning to blizzard conditions in the afternoon. But this was something entirely different. It was cold, pleasant, cloudy, sunny in spots and rainy all day. It never really decided what it wanted to be. The one thing that has been consistent is the wind. I have given up on my hair because the wind just whips it around. Today in the city centre, I think we saw some of the worst weather we will see. It was a decent rain storm as we were doing a walking tour.
But with all that rain comes my second impression: the green. It is true that the grass is greener in Ireland. It is electric the way the grass glows with such a bright green. Coming from a very dry and brown Colorado in January, it was odd to see such healthy vegetation in the middle of winter.
The other thing I love about all the fresh grass is the way it makes the air smell. Maybe it’s the mixture of rain, the nearby ocean and the grass that combine, but the aroma of Ireland is so wonderful. Who knew you could love the smell of a place?
My room is a single room in a suite with four other people. We share the kitchen and lounge area and all have our own rooms and bathrooms. The one suite mate I met was a boy who either had a very thick Irish accent or didn’t speak English because we barely understood each other. But he seemed nice.
Everyone seems nice even though it is blatantly obvious that my group and I are Americans. We don’t know how to pay in a restaurant, we bombarded a phone shop to buy pay as you go phones and we take silly tourist photos. As my program director said, “No amount of red hair or names like Maureen will disguise you as Irish.” There is something in the way we walk or dress or our attitudes that instantly label us as American.
But that is what we are. We are Americans who hope to become like locals in Dublin. It is a fun and fine city where I suspect I will have a grand time. I look forward to all the memories I will make. I’ve already made some great ones.
Like I said before, anything could happen.
Erin go Bragh!