Today we went to Howth. Big Mistake. It was pouring. It is a beautiful town, but hard to see when your hair is plastered over your eyes. We tried to make it worth the 5 euro ticket, but after running from shelter to shelter and getting no where, we decided that we would return on a slightly less miserable day.
But I still love the rain. Which is good, seeing as I moved to Ireland.
In the evening I went over to the cute little cottage some friends of mine are staying in, and we ate a good comfort food supper. Pasta, bread, and salad. So good. Then, just when my afro (thats what happens when I do nothing with it) was dry, I had to go back out in the rain to catch the DART back to my hostel.
I highly doubt I will ever underestimate Irish weather ever again. And I will begin to check the weather report. Religiously. Every 10 minutes.
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