The penultimate weekend in July, following our America Part
2 travelling trip (which you can read about here),
my sister and I headed to Ireland for our friend’s wedding on a four night
We barely had time to recover from America before we had to
fly out to Dublin from Leeds Bradford airport. I, for one, was definitely still
on Chicago time – therefore the wake up time of 5.30am for our 8am flight was
somewhat of a KILLER.
However, we managed to drag our asses to the airport and
arrived in the Republic of Ireland’s capital city after less than a couple of
hours on the plane, loaded with coffee and eager to explore a country we’d
never been to before.
Dublin, at times, reminded me of Amsterdam; the buildings
overlooking the river, the cute little bridges, the backstreets – it took me
back to last November when my sister and I visited the capital city of The
Netherlands for a whistle stop tour in three days.
Dublin is a great city to just explore and get lost in –
which we did numerous times when poking around the backstreets (I’m usually
good at navigation, with a little help of Google Maps, but I was severely
jetlagged – OKAY?!)
The city is also very well known for its cute little pubs, often
with live music, and being the home of a very famous beer. That’s right, you guessed
it – GUINNESS.
My sister and I are not really fans of beer (this may link
back to one crazy night in Boston last January where we drank beer until we
felt sick and then I actually was sick #WEAK) but we just had to try some
Guinness while we were in Dublin. OBVS.
We were also keen to try out the nightlife, after hearing
from numerous friends and relatives how freakin’ amazing it is. Unfortunately,
we didn’t make it out on our first night. Sure we drank, we acted merry, we met
some characters… But oh, did I mention that we were SEVERELY JETLAGGED?! I felt
like my head was going to explode at any moment.
Instead we had a nice tea, a bit of a nightcap and then were
promptly in bed by 10pm – because, you know, we’re ROCKSTARS.
The next day we headed to Charlestown via Bus Eireann, where
the wedding would take place the day after, which took approximately three
hours. It was a quite a pleasant and scenic journey as I was able to just stare
out of the window at the stunning Irish countryside the entire time.
Once we arrived in Charlestown, we were greeted by the
sister of the bride and taken to our B&B where we would be staying for the
night. It was here we met up with another friend of ours and her boyfriend
and then headed out for some pub grub – NOM. We then ended up in the pub where we were
to meet the rest of the wedding party for a pre-wedding celebratory drink.
This ONE drink led to another, then another, then ANOTHER –
until OOPS well would you look at the time, we really must be heading home
before we end up too pissed and hungover for the wedding. Plus I was, you know,
STILL DAMN JETLAGGED.
The next day (the wedding day) we headed to the hairdressers
in Charlestown where the bridal party were having their hairs done and then we
had ours done before heading back to the B&B to finish off getting ready.
My hairdresser did this really cool thing with my hair where
she curled it first of all, then put half of it up but she sort of tucked bits
under and knotted it to do it. OBSERVE:
Once we were back at the B&B, it was time to put on my pretty powder blue dress, get properly dolled up and pretend I was Cinderella for the day.
The actual wedding ceremony was at St James’ Church in
Charlestown and it was so beautiful – everything from the service to the church
decorations to the outfits of the people involved.
Afterwards, the ceremony was followed up with the reception at
Mount Falcon in Ballina – the most gorgeous Victorian manor house on the banks
of River Moy.
We had a lovely three course dinner followed by drinks and
dancing and, in true wedding form, the night got messier and messier as time
went on. HELLO, BABY GUINNESSES AND JAGERBOMBS AND ALL OF THE SHOTS.
The next day we forced ourselves to breakfast with aching
heads, stomachs and livers before heading back to Dublin on a three hour return
We had one night left in Dublin before we had to get up for
an early flight back to Leeds, but – SHOCK HORROR – we were too tired and hungover
from the weekend’s celebrations to be able to make it out that night.
Instead, we slept. We slept a lot. And BOY, did it feel
The following morning, we headed back to Leeds both feeling
quite content that we’d had the most wonderful weekend celebrating our friend’s
wedding, as well as an amazing first experience of Ireland.
I would not be opposed to going back to Ireland to explore
more of it in the future.
But, for now, MISCHIEF MANAGED.
(Thank you to the newly Mrs Nicola Johnstone for inviting us to your wedding! Congratulations to you and Rob, once again, and we were so happy to be able to celebrate your special day with you!
Have you been to Ireland before? What did you think to it?
Thanks for reading! Katie-xo)
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