19 May, 2016
by: Marisa Ruggirello
Song of the Day: The Weight // The Band
After a night at a hostel in a town with maybe 100 people, we made our way to the Slieve League Cliffs in County Donegal, Ireland. These cliffs, although not nearly as popular as the Cliffs of Moher, are actually the tallest cliffs in Ireland and are the tallest cliffs in western Europe. The view from atop the cliffs, although incredibly exhausting to climb, was definitely worth it. I was absolutely speechless. The pictures do not do it justice.
Even with wind and rain plastering my face at an unnatural speed, it was one of the most enriching and amazing experiences of my life. The idea that something like this was found in nature, that the earth was able to do this itself, is absolutely mind blowing. The color of the sea hitting the cliffs at their base was something I had only seen as a font color on Microsoft Word.
The cliffs were basically our main attraction today, however we did receive some advice from our tour guide about speaking to the locals that I would love to pass on with all of you. He told us that there are three words that will get you through 90% of conversations with people located in Ireland. The first is grand. Grand, he told us can be used in a plethora of ways. For example, you could be having the best day of your life, you’ve won the lotto, you’ve met the significant other of your dreams and now you’re headed down to the pub for a drink and your friend asks you how your day has gone. Your response would be grand. However, you can also use grand to describe a bad day. It all depends on inflection. The second word is craic. Craic, pronounced crack, is the local word for explaining how your night went. There are many levels to craic, such as bad craic, great craic, and savage craic (my personal favorite), but the highest level of craic that you can have is 91 craic. This term is not used lightly and should be saved for only the best of nights. The final word is feck. Feck can be used in any form, adverb, noun, adjective, etc. It is not a swear word, according to our tour guide. These three words got me, and now can get you, through any conversation at a pub in Ireland. Isn’t that feckin’ fantastic?