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The Irish have the best accent in the world. Anyone who says otherwise hasn’t spent enough time in Ireland. They also make the best Guinness, though I suppose that’s a far less contentious thing to say, seeing as though Guinness originated in Dublin, like.
I went to Ireland in the winter of 2023, flying over from a visit in Edinburgh, Scotland. My first stop was in Dublin where I stayed in an overpriced hostel (though they did have good eggs) and walked around the most boring parts of the city.
Temple Bar, an area famous for drinks and live music, had some interesting bars and spots, and overpriced, but excellent Guinness. A lot of the city was newer than I had expect it to be, and admittedly, I was a dash disappointed. A walk to the outskirts of the city, towards Dublin Bay, gave me more of what I had been looking for:
Rows of small cottages sitting along the wharfs of the Liffey, which flows through the city center and out to sea, their roofs growing old and green with moss and their little garden gates decorated with wilted flyers and flags.
Arriving at the bay, I had expected to see ocean. I was greeted instead, with miles and miles of empty wet sand. Naturally, I had to explore. To my woe, I was not paying attention to the weather. Not one bit. It was an overcast day, and cold, but not raining. That changed, of course, as soon as I…
