When it comes to 'the ideal holiday' I always seem hear very contradicting suggestions. Some want to relax, others want to learn and some just want to explore the location as much as possible. I'm affraid I definitely fall under the number 3 category. I'm not too big on museums and also get pretty bored in luxury locations. Sure, I love a little luxury, sunshine and top quality food, but give me a tent and a mat and I'll be happy as a clam wherever we go (as long as there are no creepy bugs.. It turns out I'm a serious arachnophobe). Luckily, my two best friends seem to have similar ideas. Together we make quite a team.
*Sadly these pictures were all taken after my camera got completely distroyed so I apologise for the blurry, overly edited images (I just wanted to save them)
We've been wanting to go on holiday for a long time now but have never managed to find something 'adventurous' but affordable at the same time. One of these friends happens to be half Brazilian and half Irish (the combination is strange but trust me.. It's a good one). One day she randomly messaged both of us saying "let's go to Ireland!", so, off we went! I have to admit that I'm romanticising it a little. It really wasn't as easy as that but for the simplicity of this introduction, let's pretend that we were THAT spontaneous.
I know what you're thinking of. Why were three teenagers going camping in Ireland? No party trip in Ibiza? No city travels to Paris? Well, I guess we're just that unique. Or maybe we're just the only one's to try it. So let me tell you why you should also consider it.. Especially if you live in North-Western Europe.
I won't lie, there isn't THAT much to see in Galway but it was on our way. Now, I definitely think it was worth the visit. The houses in Galway are covered in a hundred different bright colours of paint and flowers. Flags from lots of different countries are cascaded accross the streets. While taking in the scenery, we heard some typical Irish music. First, an Irish band played some Celtic music. Later, we saw a girl dancing to some jolly Irish tunes on her stereo. She smiled while her feet carelessly fluttered accross the cobblestone streets. Even though I'm not sure how she remembered all the movements, the tapping and brushing sounds her feet made somehow always managed to perfectly match the rhythm of the music. The entire town just has a slight Disney-vibe to it.
This was our main stopping point throughout the trip. We ended up staying at a campsite right at the coast of for 5 nights. If you've already googled Doolin, you may have noticed that the village consists of what seems like 4 houses. But I'm here to tell you that that's a big fat lie... Nope only joking; that's exactly what it is. I was worried about spending such a long time there but I wasn't bored for a second. Everything you see below is within walking distance of the campsite in Doolin (except for Poulnabrone which we visited for the day by renting bike at Doolin's local shop). These are all the things we saw during our stay in Doolin:
For those of you who do not know: Dublin is Ireland's capital. It is quite interesting but it was definitely my least favourite place to visit for two reasons:
Some notes before you visit Ireland:
You may have noticed that the last post I wrote on here was rather reflective. I'm guessing it was pretty clear that I'd been mulling over some thoughts and ideas. You may have even guessed that some 'big event' had just passed. Yep, birthdays call for reflective times!
It was a bit strange going from 18 to 19. It's just such a random number. When you turn 18, you hit the big one. Finally, you're classified as an adult, you finally get the independence to make your own mistakes (Oops.. I mean decisions of course). Turning 20 is also a pretty big thing. Suddenly, you're no longer a moody, hormonal teenager. That room for you to make your own mistakes suddenly disappears and you've reached a new chapter in your life. But what happened to 19? Does it count? Does it even mean anything? While we're at it.. What about after your 21st birthday? Is it only downhill from there. I think you can see how I always end up being so reflective during my birthdays.
So here's the thing. Why am I so bothered about what is expected of you at a certain age? Who cares about how old you are anyway? I could easily just lie about it anyway (I have been told on different occasions that my face is oddly similar to that of a 12 year-old). I feel like the years are already speeding up (and I'm not even 20 yet). So, I've decided to do something else. I want to remember each and every age, just not in the way that we're often encouraged to: "young and naive", "moody teenager," "overworking adult" and "helpless and old". I want to remember the purpose and meaning of every age based on the events I've experienced and lessons I've learned. For example, when thinking of a typical 18 year old, I think of a teenager drifting away from their family and finding a life of their own (through friends and partners and whatnot). But I didn't really have that. In fact, I definitely learned to appreciate my family more this year.
Why don't we create new years resolutions when we turn a new age? Why don't we reflect and appreciate the lessons we learned during this time? Somehow I always feel a much stronger urge to do it now rather than at the new years.
I'm not trying to encourage you to turn your birthday into something big and reflective if you don't want to. Some don't really identify with their birthdays and that's perfectly fine. Maybe just keep a list of your accomplishments at that particular age when you turn another year older. It's just a little suggestion.. Or thought..
I'm a university student who loves to keep themselves busy with anything but university work. I also enjoy looking like a banana as you can tell from all the yellow coat pictures. I've somehow managed to turn into a music and photography geek. I'm not entirely sure how that happened but let's just go with it. That seems to be my life motto at the moment.