DAY 13

Slow laundry day and Temple Bar y'all, therefore I've decided to write an "Ode" to some of the moments and memories that have touched me in Ireland:

Ode to you, Brad Love (aka Belo), for climbing trees and being the best professor a Longhorn could ask for.

An ode to you, random Irish pub crawlers, for not only acting like you're GOING to buy my drinks but using lines like "Texas girls look like angels" before the drink denial.

Ode to you, Ireland Airtram buses, for being the only form of air-conditioning in this entire country.

An ode to you, front-desk-security-man, for always getting me into my room when I’m locked out and providing fresh towels.

Ode to you, Centra of Cork, for having REAL CHOCOLATE MILK, in which I cannot find anywhere else.

And an ode to my very best friend, Stephanie Ignacio, for not only wearing her knee high socks and cheer shoes, but drawing so much attention on tours I’m surprised we haven’t been kicked out of the country yet.

Texas fight yall.