When idealizing my time studying abroad, I had always dreamt of visiting Italy. With its rich culture, beautiful canals, and savory Italian food it was one of my upmost priorities to see this amazing country. So when the opportunity arose, and we were offered a week off for our fall break, my first thought was that I was finally going to enrich myself in all that Italy had to offer. Yet after much debate, and a few arguments, my friends and I realized that we would be taking a different route, and instead visit Ireland. Since I had never researched Ireland, or had an urge to visit it, there were little expectations on what to expect. It was as soon as the plane landed that I realized how much I had been missing all along.
With the overwhelming kindness the Irish showed, to their thick accents and hearty singing voices, I had instantly fallen in love. The week that continued was one I will never forget, from seeing the Cliffs of Moher and to spending Halloween in Galway, I had a new appreciation for this place. Dublin exceeded my expectations, with nightly visits to temple bar, and finally being able to experience a real Irish breakfast I felt like I could never leave. Yet when the time came for me to board the plane and return to France, I knew it wasn’t going to be the last time I visited Ireland. For a place this beautiful and magnificent was not somewhere I would forget, and knew soon enough I would be back. Ireland truly stole my heart, and I remain determined to one-day return to this stunning place.