St. Patrick’s Day
On March, 16 2005 my friend and I embarked on a journey across the globe to Europe. We left the morning of the sixteenth heading to London England. Eight hours later we finally arrived in London not knowing what to do, or where to go. We decide to find a train station and go to Ireland. After traveling three more hours by train we arrive at Lockheed, a small fishing town on the coast of England, where we had to board a fairy to Dublin Ireland. We finally arrive in Dublin after traveling for almost sixteen hours. Jordan and I get off the fairy in relief and excitement for what is to come in the morning. It’s now ten o’clock and we can’t seem to find a place to stay, so we managed to sleep in a cold, damp metro station until morning. That morning we were awakened by crowds of people walking by us being happy and cheerful for today was St. Patrick Day. He got our things together and headed out to explore Dublin and experience St. Patrick’s Day. Before going to the parade down town we found a bed and breakfast to stay for the evening and to drop off our backpacks. We ate our first traditional English breakfast, which includes two eggs, blood sausage, beans, boiled tomato, bratwurst, and toast, before heading out for the day. The parade was alive and electric. There was so much going on from bagpipes playing, women singing, and floats after floats. They were expecting over two million visitors there that day from all over the world. Around nine o’clock that night Jordan and I found our way back to our bed and breakfast for some much needed sleep. The next day we were going to back to London to proceed with our European vacation.