Wherever you go and whatever you do, may the luck of the Irish be there with you. Before I left home, my cousin handed me a hundred dollar bill and said, "You better go somewhere with that." As luck would have it, my friend, Anna, lives in Dublin and had invited me to come spend St. Patrick's Day with her and her family. From the moment my plane landed, I felt at home in Ireland. Entirely different than those of Paris, the streets of Dublin were filled with kind strangers and cheerful voices. Several times, strangers approached me to ask what part of Ireland I was from and were quick to buy me a Guinness when I revealed that I was American. Exploring Dublin with Anna was interesting because I was able to meet locals and visit parts of the city that I wouldn't have otherwise. I quickly learned that the Irish do not stray away from striking up conversation with the strangers sitting next to them at the bar, and I met some great people. We also went to a charity rugby match between retired Irish and English players. Never having watched the sport before, I was excited to be in a rowdy crowd that, as Anna's mom described them, were there for the beer and the chance to boo England more than anything else. I've already booked another trip to Ireland in May, and I am excited to see some of the western coast!
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