We have to go back!

I couldn't very well have all these posts about Ireland without PICTURES. I can't put up ALL of my pictures (because there are like 150.) but here are just a handful.

While we took a tour of the Guinness Storehouse, I learned how to pour the perfect pint of Guinness. I also learned that Italians will stalk you around the Guinness Storehouse and be completely blatant about it. There were a group of about 15? 20? Italian guys, and they basically circled us throughout the ENTIRE tour. You can see them over my shoulder at the tap learning how to pour their own pints.



This is the view from my best friend's balcony. Seriously. I woke up every morning to that and drank tea while watching the sheepies play. There was one baby lamb who would jump around. So cute.



At The Old Jameson Distillery, enjoying my whiskey with some cranberry juice. By the way, that's my new favorite drink. Jameson and cranberry. Delicious! I also drank my friend's because she doesn't like whiskey. Darn.



The one castle I got to see in Ireland was Malahide Castle. It's along the coast of the Irish Sea. Gorgeous.



This is Malahide town. HOW CUTE IS THIS TOWN? I feel like this looks like a postcard. In fact, I'm pretty sure I saw a postcard in the gift shop at Malahide Castle that was this street.



This is where my friend GOES TO COLLEGE. Seriously. That is actually the seminary, I believe, and I took that from the GARDEN that's on campus.



This is Wicklow. On my last day there (Tuesday), one of my new friends kidnapped me for the day and took me out to Wicklow. This was on the road on the way there. The streets were so narrow that any time another car came in the other direction, we had to pull off on the side of the road. And we were in this big honkin' Jeep. But he used to race cars on roads like this before he learned how to drive for real (seriously.) so I felt perfectly safe.



The place that he took me to was Glendalough. It used to be a monastery, and it's REALLY old. And absolutely beautiful. I seriously could have just sat there and hung out for a solid hour, but we needed to get back so that he could run the pub. Doesn't that just make you want to lie down in the grass and stare up at the sky for hours?