St. Patrick's Day.

Dublin has been bustling with tourists since the beginning of the weekend when the St. Patrick's Day Festival began. There were lots of things going on in the city like acrobatic shows, bands, and other things all in celebration of St. Patty's Day. On Friday, my friend Celia and her friend Kirstin who was in town, headed out to try and see the acrobat show. We ended up not being able to find it, but instead stumbled upon a CARNIVAL. Joy to the world. Celia and I rode "The Waltzer" which is essentially the European version of the "Tilt-o-Whirl." AMAZING and totally worth the 4 euro. We laughed so hard, and also managed to take some hilarious pictures, but I will spare you the craziness of our faces and instead show you the colorful beauty of the carnival. Loved it.

On Saturday, a bunch of us went to a sports pub called Wool Shed to watch Ireland play (and beat!) Scotland in a 6 Nations rugby match. Rugby is intense. We then headed out to a different pub afterwards and ended up running into some friends we had met a few weeks earlier. Dublin gets smaller and smaller the longer I'm here.

On Monday the city was so packed with tourists that it wasn't even enjoyable being out. I wanted to wear a sign that declaring that I was not a tourist. I refrained. But seriously it was packed.

St. Patrick's Day finally arrived on Tuesday and we woke up early to claim our spots at the parade. It was a little different than I had expected considering it seemed that whoever had designed the parade was high on multiple drugs. There were lots of cool costumes, but none of it really had to do with St. Patrick's Day. Although everyone attending was decked out in all sorts of green and leprechaun-like apparel. The day was really fun, and I'm happy to say that I lived through St. Patrick's Day in Ireland.

Waiting for the parade to start.

Crazy Costumes.