By Ally Hamzey
I have seen an incredible amount of breathtaking, jarring sights the past week in Ireland. Every single one has left me humbled and incredibly appreciative to be where I am. I can say though, however, when we hiked up Slieve League Cliffs, I had never been so moved by a sight in my life.
I have only seen incredible sights like that, where towering, enormous green cliffs stand high with teal waves crashing against in a cycle, in movies or the internet. I had seen movies like P.S. I Love You with such amazing sights of the UK. Therefore, when I saw something comparable to an edited photo on Tumblr, it felt artificial. It was hard to grasp that I was in that moment, in that place, in real life at the time. Consuming media of such beautiful sights is easy. Seeing it in person is a completely different story. It can be almost impossible to fathom. I hadn’t seen a movie of this particular cliff site, but it definitely felt like it was a movie.
Before the trip, I hadn’t stayed in a hostel before. I wasn’t sure what it was like, and I surely didn’t get the BYOHS memo (Bring Your Own Hand Soap). In the first hostel we were in, we had six of us crammed into a dorm sized room. You can say we had no decision but to get quite comfortable with each other.
I like the community sense of hostels, despite the lack of hand soap and the unfortunate lack of personal space in some rooms. Plus, the significantly cheaper price of hostels is a bonus, too.
Slang and dialect of different parts of Ireland are incredibly intriguing. We learned some crucial slang and understandings from our lovely tour guide and driver, Daithe and Johnny. Some of my personal favorites:
“Whats the craic?”
“I was steamed last night.”
It was more than amusing to confuse and potentially tarnish the American reputation once we revealed some of our own unreasonable and bizarre slang from America.
Stay tuned to see my vernacular transform to an Irish socialite once I master various dialects of Irish.