In honour of St. Patrick's Day, I thought I would walk myself down memory lane from the first time we spent the holiday in Europe.We were living in Leeds and took off for a long weekend, not to Dublin, but to Belfast.
We had no idea that the 4 days we spent there would inspire us to want to move there.
Regardless of the political and religious undertones of the holiday and the city we spent it in, it became more for us our next beginning.
We stayed in a youth hostel right near the city centre area. We even got our own beds:
We were taken up the coast by my lovely cousins:
Saw beautiful scenery
Including the Giant's Causeway
Found a cute little pub (that quite quickly became on of our locals after we arrived)
Joined the crowds outside city hall
And of course, waved an Irish flag
We had no idea that the 4 days we spent there would inspire us to want to move there.
Regardless of the political and religious undertones of the holiday and the city we spent it in, it became more for us our next beginning.
We stayed in a youth hostel right near the city centre area. We even got our own beds:
We were taken up the coast by my lovely cousins:
Saw beautiful scenery
And in all of this, somewhere amongst the revelry and finding of old relatives, we decided this would be a great place to continue our adventure abroad.
In the years that followed, I spent many a St. Paddy's day NOT working and drinking with friends at pubs, a bit more lowkey then our first year in Belfast but all the same, just as social.
And so today, D and I will attempt to find a few folks who would like to be social with us today over a couple of of pints of Guinness. Hoping that conversation and great craic will be had.
Happy Happy to all.
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