Ireland
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James Joyce once described the rolling waves of the Irish sea in such a manner as to completely, unabashedly obliterate any notion of beauty surrounding the thing: “The sea, the snot-green sea, the scrotum-tightening sea.” Someone evidently had several qualms about the sea. Well, he had a dexterity with words, anyway. Though I certainly do…
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“If I don’t get some fucking sleep, I think I’m going to kill someone.” A deluge of heartwarming sentiments regarding murder, lack of rest, and general airplane-induced discomfort (you know that feeling when your ears don’t pop for several hours following a flight? Yeah, that one) feasibly gave our taxi driver second thoughts about picking…
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A brilliant mind once said, “It’s all about the love.” That brilliant mind was an eight year old version of myself with whom I believe I have very little in common. She liked pink more than purple and was afraid of the dark, thunderstorms, and Harry Potter. She wanted to be a dog groomer. Quite notably, a…
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“She is free in her wildness, she is a wanderess, a drop of free water. She knows nothing of borders and cares nothing for rules or customs. ‘Time’ for her isn’t something to fight against. Her life flows clean, with passion, like fresh water.” -Roman Payne In a word: go. Go to Howth. Smell the…
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Inishbofin, an island off the coast of County Galway, Ireland, is the kind of place you might visit in a dream. Remote and inhabited by only 160 human beings, Inishbofin is where you should go to– excuse the cliche– escape from the tedium of everyday life. The vibrant greenery of the island serves as an oasis amid an…
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This is not a city for the unremarkable. After a lengthy flight seated next to a kind but rather shy young man called Chris from Northern Ireland, I arrived in the lively city of Dublin. Here’s a tip for those with small bladders on international flights: book an aisle seat. Thankfully for both Chris and myself,…
Eliana Jordan 
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