Ireland and St Patrick´s Day: A small taste of the Emerald IsleBarcelona, Spring 2011

Saint Patrick must have been looking over Ireland this past March 17th. In Dublin, the weather warmed up and the skies seemingly cleared for the festivities. I arrived the afternoon of Saint Patrick´s Day. The Dublin streets were swarming in a sea of green. The little section of the city called the Temple Bar was the busiest neighborhood packed with Guinness-filled bellies from one side of the street to the other. It was an international crowd as I had drinks with some “good lads”, as the Irish might say, from Latin American and New Zealand. The highlight of the festivities was pub hopping with a young Irish couple who knew the ins and outs of their city. Twenty-four hours later, I said good-bye to Dublin´s Book of Kells and grabbed a bus destined for Galway, a tiny waterfront town in the west of Ireland. For some things size doesn´t matter as Galway was a compact treat. The colorful buildings and waterfront views made it the archetypical walkable city. The harbor restaurant Ard Bia should be on every visitor´s to-do list with its precious teas and deserts.The city also served as a convenient base for visiting the eye-popping Cliffs of Moher. The staggering cliffs rise hundreds of feet above the Atlantic. The site proved to be stunning even after the weather turned sour with wind and rain. The last evening came to a delightful close in a small Galway tavern where ten locals took up fiddles, flutes, a bagpipe and harp to play some Irish ditties. The traditional music played just above the hum of the friendly crowd. Life just does not get better. [gallery link="file"]
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