18 Hours Home

Of course, I couldn't make my way to Europe and not stop off home in Ireland. After I finished admiring the canals and bridges and cobblestone streets and churches and that, I took a short train from Bruges to the Belgian capital of Brussels. It was there that I caught a Ryanair flight to Dublin. However bad the airline may come across, they always make up for it for being on time.

I arrived into Dublin after 2 pm, just in time to meet my friends towards the end of the Gerard's and Blackrock schools cup rugby match. Unfortunately for my friends, Gerard's lost last minute to a drop goal, in a similar fashion to how Ireland beat France in the Six Nations just two weeks before. 

Per usual, It was raining quite heavily in Dublin, so we headed to The Wall for a bit of climbing. After a weekend of beer, cheese, and chocolate, completing a few bouldering routes was a welcome challenge. After that, it was time to head out for the night. I always love heading into town to catch up with friends, both old and new.

On Monday it was time to head back to Seattle. No matter how short, it is always lovely being home, but just as hard to leave.