I'm in Madrid right now, hanging out with my friend from Germany who I studied with here, and I'm fairly certain last night was the first night I had 8 hours of sleep since before Ireland. I'm so sorry this has gotten out of hand; so, before I write the Ireland post that you all deserve, I will write a string of words and phrases that describe the last few weeks:
sleeping in airports/airport zambones/ running through airports/ cava gone missing/ sun in ireland/ rain in spain/ guinness/ broken purse/ smithwicks/ pog mo thoin/ guinness/ kilmainham gaol jail/awe/ shock/ daniel day lewis' house/ braveheart/ beauty/ broken wine bottle/ oyster microbrew with an old friend/ staying in a georgian house/ hartigans bar/ meeting up with friends/ brown bread/ guinness/ almost falling into the atlantic/ live music/ the burren/ wow/ cliffs of moher/ being a daredevil/ claddagh/ woolen mill/ mussel broth/ guinness/ taafes/ live music/ rag week/ yankees/ airport floors/ poopy homeless man/ straight to school/ exhaustion/ madrid 
If only this lake was actually filled with guinness... that's the only way it could have been more beautiful... The Guinness family owns this property, and the Beatles stayed here. It's where Paul McCartney wrote "Yesterday," which was originally called "Scrambled Eggs"... they imported the sand for the head of the beer from a Guinness family property in Southern France
That's all I can do for now, but I will update soon
