After a week of constant sunshine, warm temperatures, and the best food I’d had all year, Ireland was looking much better than anticipated. I had flown into Dublin and caught a 3-hour bus to Galway. The small town of Letterfrack was still another hour and a half away, and the site of my college bestie’s wedding was a rocky peninsula jutting out into the Atlantic another 20 minutes from there. After a week of revelry in the Irish countryside, it was time to go home, tracing my steps back the way I came. I couldn’t leave from Dublin and not visit it, so I decided to tack on a weekend in the capital to see the difference.

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