Bigger and better

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Hi my lovely followers! Thank you so much for all your support throughout the years.

I have some big and exciting news – Wanderlust Advocate is now bigger and better!

I now direct you to the new WA site for all my lovely followers out there – www.wanderlustadvocate.com – please join me over on my new site for all new blog posts!

I’m an aspiring Travel Blogger and ask for all your help to get me there. Stay tuned for some podcasts, youtube videos, blogs, travel hacks and more!

Thanks for all your support!!

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Christmas Markets for the broke student

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Lately, I’ve been seeing so many wonderful photos of stunning and infamous Christmas Markets around Europe.  I can picture it now – a dust of snow gently covering the individual artisanal stalls; smells of delicious garlic soup and pretzels; glorious gluhwein warming up the soul on a chilly winter evening; Christmas music ringing outside department stores.  Mmmmm, doesn’t it sound nice?

Where are most of these picturesque Christmas markets, you may ask? If you guessed Western Europe, you’re correct. Christmas markets originated in Bautzen, Germany in 1384 and continue to make their dominant presence throughout the country. Currently, the major Christmas markets reside in Germany, Austria, Switzerland, and France.

Like many of us who are on a budget, how do we enjoy amazing Christmas markets without completely depleting our wallets? Simple travel hack – Eastern and Central Europe have absolutely incredible Christmas markets for a quarter of the price.

Here is an itinerary and budget of a mixture of Christmas Markets to visit!

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Destination 1 – Budapest, Hungary

Do you want delicious Christmas Market food for under $3 USD? Budapest, Hungary is the place for you. You can have a full Christmas Market meal, sit at a Christmas Market table, drink $2 USD mulled wine, listen to amazing live singers, and admire the incredible 8 markets throughout Budapest.  Warm up in a traditional Ruin bar drinking delicious craft brew in a homelike setting (approx. $3 a beer).

Transportation: Fly to Budapest! Approx. $80 to $250.

Accommodation: approx. $13 to $50 a night

Food: approx. $5 to $20 a day

Alcohol: approx. $5 to $30 a day

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Destination 2 – Bratislava, Slovakia

Do you want delicious Christmas Market food for under $1? Bratislava is the place for you! You can get a.m.a.z.i.n.g potato anything for 50 cents to $2. Bratislava has a ton of history and great walking tours to take during the day and a fun and cheap party life at night. Grab a gluhwein for 1 Euro, walk the Christmas market a bit, then head to a bar for 1 euro 50 cent liter beers.

Transportation: Train it from Budapest to Bratislava. Direct trains run every 2 hours and tickets can be bought at the train station (travel hint: give yourself at least an hour to get your ticket in Budapest!). The train takes approx 3 hours and costs 15 Euro.

Accommodation: approx. $5 to $20 a night

Food: approx. $5 to $10 a day

Alcohol: approx. $5 to $10 a day

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Destination 3 – Vienna, Austria

Vienna, Austria…one of the best Christmas Markets you will ever see in your life. An extraordinarily famous Christmas Market city. Please be warned, this will increase the price simply due to the increase in tourism and caliber of Christmas-y things throughout this gorgeous city.  Check out one of the oldest Christmas Markets in Europe and explore the decked out Christmas city. Pop in to an off-the-beaten-path bar to warm up! Eat as many kesakrainers as possible (cheese bratwurst).

Transportation: Catch a 1 hour train day of for 15 euro to Vienna, Austria.

Accommodation: approx. $25 to $65 a night

Food: approx. $15 to $30 a day

Alcohol: approx. $10 to $30 a day

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Destination 4 – Salsburg, Austria 

SPLURGE – it is worth it! You’ve just saved a bunch budget traveling through Hungary and Slovakia, Salsburg is definitely worth a one night stay.

Transportation: Buy train tickets at least 30 days in advance for a discounted rate. Look for student prices, under 26 year old, or early bird specials. Train Ride is about 2 hours and costs approximately $45 USD.

Accommodation: approx. $35 to $65 a night

Food: approx. $20 to $35 a day

Alcohol: approx. $20 to $35 a day

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Destination 5 – Munich, Germany

Want a good time? Germany is always a good time! Visit some of the oldest Christmas Market traditions around this city. Be warned, these Christmas Markets are always packed. Give yourself plenty of breaks while making your way through the markets. That being said, they are unbeatable and worth the effort!

Transportation: Buy Train tickets at least 30 days in advance. Train ride is about 2 hours and costs around $45 USD in advance.

Accommodation: approx. $25 to $65 a night

Food: approx. $15 to $30 a day

Alcohol: approx. $20 to $30 a day

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If you want to keep going or prefer a cheaper route, head on up Prague, Czech Republic, or perhaps visit some smaller towns across Slovakia and Hungary. Christmas Markets are everywhere and totally worth it!

Happy Christmas-ing!

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Popoluška, The Slovak Cinderella

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A popular Slovak tale.

Popoluška, The Slovak Cinderella

In a certain land, in a certain country, much like the one in which we live, stood a castle in the center of the mountain. It was white as sugar. A rich lord, his wife and daughter, Julie, lived there. They lived together in harmony and love, until misfortune afflicted them.

 

One day Julie’s mother became ill and shortly after died. It was as if the root of life was torn out of the lord. He became sad and nothing interested him. The property began to fall into ruin; the castle lost its white beauty.

“Don’t neglect yourself, my friend,” his neighboring landlord said to him. “You should marry again. I can recommend a bride right now. A widow like you, who has two daughters a little older then Julie. But what is significant is that she is a wealthy lady who has a firm hand. Everything will be bright again.”

 

The new mistress with her daughters came into the castle. In a short time everything ran according to a new order. The castle was whitened both outside and inside. Looking again like sugar. The two new countesses, Herma and Zelma moved through the castle like peacocks. But not even this aroused in the lord the desire for life. From day to day he failed until one day he passed away.

Julie cried, almost drowning herself in her tears, but the madam did not allow her to be sorrowful. “How long do you want to blubber? Get yourself down to the kitchen. You will sweep out the stove there and start the fires!” “But Mother,” shuddered the girl. “Don’t mother me, that has ended forever,” rebuked the mistress. “From today on I am ‘Your Ladyship’ to you. Get yourself to where I ordered you!”

Julie swept out the stove and started the fire. She was completely blackened, covered with soot and ashes from the work. The new cook didn’t even recognize the girl or know that her name was Julie. Everyone just called her Cinderella. Cinderella sweep, Cinderella wash, Cinderella here, Cinderella there! No one gave her recognition except the old horseman, Prokop and three pigeons who she gave crumbs to everyday on the windowsill. The first pigeon was gray with a white breast, the second was white with a black cap, and the third was completely white as fallen snow. From time to time Julie caressed them and gently spoke to them.

 

One day the King’s courier galloped into the castle. “In the King’s Palace, the Prince is arranging a large ball, to which he is inviting all the countesses and ladyships from the entire country.”

 

What a bustle came over the castle! The tailors were cutting, stitching and measuring, once for Herma, and once for Zelma. They even invited Cinderella to help sew. She was happy to do so. She was skillful and had light hands for such tasks. In the end when everything was ready, she dared to ask: “Mother . . . Your Ladyship, might I not be able to go to the ball?” “They did not invite girls from the ashes!” snapped the mistress. “You have work in the kitchen!” “I did all the work there.” “What are you saying?” sneered the mistress.

 

“Servants, bring a bag of lentils and a bag of peas and mix them together. Here is your work, Cinderella. Before I return the peas and the lentils are to be separated!” With a proud laugh she departed.

The whole castle watched as her ladyship with her daughters seated themselves in the coach and drove away. Only Cinderella sat in the kitchen picking lentils from the peas. Tears as big as peas rolled down her face. Suddenly she heard the tap-tap of a beak on the window. “My friend pigeons, at least you have not forgotten me.” She opened the window and they flew inside. “Don’t cry Cinderella, go to the ball, we will do all the work for you.” “Indeed, in what will I dress myself so quickly?” she asked.

The gray pigeon with the white breast placed a hazel nut on the table and cracked it with his beak pulling out beautiful sky-blue clothes and lovely slippers. “You will go to the ball in these clothes, but remember this: just as soon as midnight begins to strike, depart. You have to depart in these clothes.”

Cinderella dressed herself in the sky-blue clothes. They fit perfectly. She looked as if she was veiled in the spring sky, in which her blond hair shone as the bright sun. She went down into the courtyard. The horseman, Prokop, brought her father’s horse, which she rode many times before, from the barn. She sat on the horse and was off to the King’s city.

 

As Cinderella entered the ballroom, all eyes were fixed only on her, who is this lovely girl? No one recognized her, not Herma, not Zelma, not even their mother. The prince went to meet her and led her to his throne. He danced and spoke to no one but Cinderella all evening.

“Tell me, beautiful one. What is you name?” he asks her. “They all call me by a name which is not mine, fair prince” says Cinderella. “ I have a proper name but no one has called me by it for a long time.”

They danced and enjoyed themselves, but Cinderella did not forget the pigeon’s command. Just as soon as it neared midnight, she slipped out of the hall, ran down the staircase and sat on her horse. In a short time she was home. There she found everything in order: the peas in one bag, the lentils in another. She put away her beautiful ball clothes and before the mistress came back she had a restful sleep.

The morning talk was of the prince and the unknown girl with whom he had fallen in love. Herma spoke with admiration, Zelma with envy and the mistress with disapproval.

A short time later, a new invitation came. Herma and Zelma eagerly prepared and Cinderella timidly asked whether she might be able to go.

 

“Indeed, what else!” said the mistress angrily. “Perhaps you don’t have anything to do?” She ordered a bag of millet and a bag of poppy seed to be mixed together. “This you will sort out! Be sure it is right before I return.”

Cinderella sorted the millet from the poppy seed and tears were rolling down her cheeks. Then she heard the tap-tap of a beak on the window. Her friend pigeons did not forget her! She was comforted and ran to open the window for them. They flew inside and said “Do not cry Cinderella, we will do the work for you.” The pigeon with the black cap placed a nut on the table, cracked it with his beak and pulled out beautiful dark blue clothes sprinkled with gold stars. “Do not forget you have to leave at midnight in these clothes.” She dressed herself and looked like she was veiled in a starry night sky. She sat on her horse and rode to the palace.

At the ball it was as if everyone was waiting just for her. The prince went immediately to meet her, even the music sounded more joyful.

 

“Tell me, beautiful one, if not your name, at least to whom you belong? Who is your father, mother, sisters or brothers?” “My father and mother had left me not long ago. I have no sisters or brothers. I never had. I am alone, very much alone and completely unhappy.”

 

The prince wondered at this answer, he understood and yet he didn’t and with that he stayed with her all evening. Even so, she slipped away as midnight struck. At home, she found the poppy seed and millet sorted into their own bags. She took off the starry clothes and dressed into her cinder clothes. She slept very well until morning.

 

A third invitation came from the Prince. Herma and Zelma prepared but in vain did Cinderella plead that they take her. The mistress ordered a bag of flour and a bag of ashes be mixed together. “When you sort these, you may come to the ball.” At that all three laughed with glee and giggled as they left. Cinderella sat by the table sorting while tears poured down her face. All at once the tap-tap on the window showed the pigeons would help her. “Don‘t cry Cinderella, we will take care of this for you, Go to the ball but be back at midnight.” The white pigeon cracked a nut and white clothes, white as a swan’s feather and slippers white with silver soles where given to Cinderella.

 

When Cinderella entered the ballroom, everything became silent from surprise. The prince hurried to her and led her to the throne. From that moment on he had eyes for no one else. Seeking a promise from her, he said “Don’t leave me, you won’t let me lose you today, will you?” “It was so three times, fair prince, that I found you,” said Cinderella “What if you would try once to find me?” “I would be very glad, if only I knew where you live.” “Not far, not near,” she answered. “And even though I live in my own house, it is worse than in a stranger’s.” “Where then shall I look for you?” “If I lived there, where I should live, you would find me easily. Only, it is not that way. Maybe you will see me but yet not find me.”

The prince shook his head, he didn’t understand. Inconspicuously, he called to a servant and whispered something to him. When it began to strike midnight, Cinderella slipped out. Running down the staircase… Oh what Happened? Her shoes stuck to the steps! She loosened one shoe with great difficulty but the other; she was truly unable to manage. She heard voices behind her and quickly ran to the gate. Getting home she found everything in order. She hardly put away her ball clothes when the coach with the mistress thundered in. Without a breath they said that the beautiful, unknown one again was lost but the prince had at least a footprint from her, a white shoe with silver sole. He would search for her.

 

The next day, the prince suddenly arrives at the castle with his escorts. Herma and Zelma just had to try on the white slipper, but what! They could not put it on at all. The chambermaids, the cooks tried but it did not fit anyone.

“Don’t you have another girl?” Asked the prince. “Only Cinderella” the chambermaid let slip.

“What are you prattling about, you stupid girl?” shouted the mistress at her “Go do your work!” The chambermaid was going off, but the prince stopped her. “First bring Cinderella here to me.”

“What! Most fair prince, indeed, she just sweeps out the stove,” said the mistress evasively. “Right now she is totally in ashes.”

“Just bring her here and let her try on the shoe” he insisted. They brought Cinderella. Her head wrapped in a scarf and her clothes covered in ashes. She managed to wipe her face hurriedly.

The prince looks at her and begins thinking. “What is your name young lady?” he asked “They call me, Cinderella. But that is not my name. My name is Julie but no one has called me that for a long time.” ”Haven’t I heard your voice somewhere,” he asked. “Aren’t you the girl, who if I see her, I might not find her?” “You already see me, but still it is not known whether you will find me.”

“What are you jabbering about, Cinderella,” shouted the mistress “She has no rhyme or reason!” “Oh, I already know, I’m already certain,” said the prince. “You are the girl, who lives although in her own house, yet nevertheless, worse than in a stranger’s. I already understand everything. You are the one who three times found me and who I now have finally found. Now just for order sake, Cinderella, try on this shoe.”

Cinderella put it on and the shoe fit on her foot as if it were molded there. “This is my elected,” said the overjoyed prince. He kisses her hard, overworked, ash-covered hand. “Come, my dear, the king’s coach is waiting.” “A little patience fair prince, just till I change my clothes.”

In a moment, Cinderella appeared in her white clothes and white shoes with the silver soles. She was beautiful and completely white as a young swan. “I welcome you, my bride to be” called the overjoyed prince. “Tomorrow we will celebrate our wedding.”

The mistress and her daughters looked on with open mouths, they couldn’t believe their own eyes. Cinderella left for the king’s palace to become a princess.

People have remarked about her beauty, her goodness, and righteousness for a long time. Actually, they haven’t forgotten her up to this very time, the time of the telling of this story.

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Slovak descent

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This past month, I have been highlighting the incredible country of Slovakia. Let me give you a rundown of some interesting facts.

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Famous people you may not know are from Slovak descent:

  • “The best gift you can give yourself is the gift of possibility.” – Paul Newman, son to Slovak mother.

  • “An artist is somebody who produces things that people don’t need to have.” – Andy Warhol, parents from Slovakia

  • “You start where you can get an opportunity, you take everything that you can do to gain entrance. You do the little work and you try to find people who can teach you.” – Jon Voight, grandson to Slovak immigrant

  • “Success is falling nine times and getting up ten.” – Jon Bon Jovi, paternal grandmother of Slovak decent

  • Ivan Alexander Getting – inventor of GPS, son to Slovak-German immigrants

  • George Blanda – former Quarterback for Oakland Raiders, son to Slovak father.

To be continued…

Photo Cred: Katie Perkowski

Banská Bystrica, Slovakia – Photo Cred: Katie Perkowski

@wanderlustadvocate on Instagram

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After regrouping from lots of travel, once again, I have the itch to travel. Until then, I started an Instagram @wanderlustadvocate to relive my beautiful memories. My goal here is twofold – to post pictures of this wonderful world and to reveal to you someone famous from that part of the world.

Follow me on Instagram and I would love to repost some of your photos as we travel through this amazing world together.

Currently, we are highlighting Slovakia. You may not know, but Andy Warhol’s parents were Ruthenian immigrants from a small town Miková, Slovakia. You can read more about Andy Warhol’s history here! Follow me through this adventure in Slovakia and I will give you some insight into the history, traditions, and food!

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Bratislava, Slovakia "An artist is somebody who produces things that people don't need to have." - Andy Warhol

Bratislava, Slovakia
“An artist is somebody who produces things that people don’t need to have.” – Andy Warhol

Being engaged.

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Hello WordPress friends! Sorry for the delayed response, what a month and a half it has been!

Anyway, on this lovely Fall day, I thought I would enlighten all my fantastic followers on a fun cultural tidbit I’ve learned in the last two months. If you do not already know, Nick and I got engaged on our last day in Ireland. YAY! It was beautiful. It was the perfect engagement at the most wonderful park in all of Dublin (Bushy Park), no one around, green everywhere. He got me a gorgeous Irish claddagh with a beautiful emerald as the heart. It is perfect :). Since our engagement, I wondered why cultures around the world have a “ring” finger. Why do we wear our rings on that specific finger? In some cultures, rings are worn on the left hand, others on the right. But why?

Chinese philosophy has a super fascinating explanation to this question. Watch this youtube video and you will be just as enthralled as I was!

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A Camel and His Hump

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Over the past couple of days, Nick and I spent hours and hours and hours in a bus to get to the Sahara from Marrakech, Morocco. It was absolutely breathtaking, despite the long bus ride through the desert without air conditioning! We rode on camels to our camp site in the desert, where we slept under the stars! Absolutely fantastic and I highly recommend it to anyone traveling to Morocco if you are willing to spend 3 full days in a car! 
Anyway, I thought I would start off your Sunday with a little camel fable by Rudyard Kipling of how camels got their humps. 

How the camel got is hump

OW this is the next tale, and it tells how the Camel got his big hump.

In the beginning of years, when the world was so new and all, and the Animals were just beginning to work for Man, there was a Camel, and he lived in the middle of a Howling Desert because he did not want to work; and besides, he was a Howler himself. So he ate sticks and thorns and tamarisks and milkweed and prickles, most ‘scruciating idle; and when anybody spoke to him he said ‘Humph!’ Just ‘Humph!’ and no more.

Presently the Horse came to him on Monday morning, with a saddle on his back and a bit in his mouth, and said, ‘Camel, O Camel, come out and trot like the rest of us.’

‘Humph!’ said the Camel; and the Horse went away and told the Man.

Presently the Dog came to him, with a stick in his mouth, and said, ‘Camel, O Camel, come and fetch and carry like the rest of us.’

‘Humph!’ said the Camel; and the Dog went away and told the Man.

Presently the Ox came to him, with the yoke on his neck and said, ‘Camel, O Camel, come and plough like the rest of us.’

‘Humph!’ said the Camel; and the Ox went away and told the Man.

At the end of the day the Man called the Horse and the Dog and the Ox together, and said, ‘Three, O Three, I’m very sorry for you (with the world so new-and-all); but that Humph-thing in the Desert can’t work, or he would have been here by now, so I am going to leave him alone, and you must work double-time to make up for it.’

That made the Three very angry (with the world so new-and-all), and they held a palaver, and an indaba, and a punchayet, and a pow-wow on the edge of the Desert; and the Camel came chewing on milkweed most ‘scruciating idle, and laughed at them. Then he said ‘Humph!’ and went away again.

Presently there came along the Djinn in charge of All Deserts, rolling in a cloud of dust (Djinns always travel that way because it is Magic), and he stopped to palaver and pow-pow with the Three.

‘Djinn of All Deserts,’ said the Horse, ‘is it right for any one to be idle, with the world so new-and-all?’

‘Certainly not,’ said the Djinn.

‘Well,’ said the Horse, ‘there’s a thing in the middle of your Howling Desert (and he’s a Howler himself) with a long neck and long legs, and he hasn’t done a stroke of work since Monday morning. He won’t trot.’

‘Whew!’ said the Djinn, whistling, ‘that’s my Camel, for all the gold in Arabia! What does he say about it?’

‘He says “Humph!”‘ said the Dog; ‘and he won’t fetch and carry.’

‘Does he say anything else?’

‘Only “Humph!”; and he won’t plough,’ said the Ox.

‘Very good,’ said the Djinn. ‘I’ll humph him if you will kindly wait a minute.’

The Djinn rolled himself up in his dust-cloak, and took a bearing across the desert, and found the Camel most ‘scruciatingly idle, looking at his own reflection in a pool of water.

‘My long and bubbling friend,’ said the Djinn, ‘what’s this I hear of your doing no work, with the world so new-and-all?’

‘Humph!’ said the Camel.

The Djinn sat down, with his chin in his hand, and began to think a Great Magic, while the Camel looked at his own reflection in the pool of water.

‘You’ve given the Three extra work ever since Monday morning, all on account of your ‘scruciating idleness,’ said the Djinn; and he went on thinking Magics, with his chin in his hand.

‘Humph!’ said the Camel.

‘I shouldn’t say that again if I were you,’ said the Djinn; ‘you might say it once too often. Bubbles, I want you to work.’

And the Camel said ‘Humph!’ again; but no sooner had he said it than he saw his back, that he was so proud of, puffing up and puffing up into a great big lolloping humph.

‘Do you see that?’ said the Djinn. ‘That’s your very own humph that you’ve brought upon your very own self by not working. To-day is Thursday, and you’ve done no work since Monday, when the work began. Now you are going to work.’

‘How can I,’ said the Camel, ‘with this humph on my back?’

‘That’s made a-purpose,’ said the Djinn, ‘all because you missed those three days. You will be able to work now for three days without eating, because you can live on your humph; and don’t you ever say I never did anything for you. Come out of the Desert and go to the Three, and behave. Humph yourself!’

And the Camel humphed himself, humph and all, and went away to join the Three. And from that day to this the Camel always wears a humph (we call it ‘hump’ now, not to hurt his feelings); but he has never yet caught up with the three days that he missed at the beginning of the world, and he has never yet learned how to behave.

THE Camel’s hump is an ugly lump
    Which well you may see at the Zoo;

But uglier yet is the hump we get

    From having too little to do.

Kiddies and grown-ups too-oo-oo,

If we haven’t enough to do-oo-oo,

        We get the hump–

        Cameelious hump–

The hump that is black and blue!

We climb out of bed with a frouzly head

    And a snarly-yarly voice.

We shiver and scowl and we grunt and we growl

    At our bath and our boots and our toys;

And there ought to be a corner for me

(And I know there is one for you)

        When we get the hump–

        Cameelious hump–

The hump that is black and blue!

The cure for this ill is not to sit still,

    Or frowst with a book by the fire;

But to take a large hoe and a shovel also,

    And dig till you gently perspire;

And then you will find that the sun and the wind,

And the Djinn of the Garden too,

        Have lifted the hump–

        The horrible hump–

The hump that is black and blue!

I get it as well as you-oo-oo–

If I haven’t enough to do-oo-oo–

        We all get hump–

        Cameelious hump–

Kiddies and grown-ups too!

   
   

Tranquility 

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Currently in the middle of no where mountainside of Portugal, where the wifi is limited, English is rare, closest city is a half hour drive through rocky roads, picking fresh fruit and vegetables in the garden, camping in a tent listening to all the crickets under millions of starts, and life is simple. Tranquility.  

 

The Irish Umbrella

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The Irish forecast is as follows:

“There are two types of weather in Ireland: raining and going to rain.”

“The weather in Ireland is 3 days of rain followed by 4 days of rain.”

“You must wear a scarf, sun glasses, and a rain jacket because you may need all three in fifteen minutes.”

Sometimes I have to remind myself that it is mid-July since the temperatures are in the low 60s, it is cloudy and overcast, and rain sparkles on the ground periodically. This California girl is thrown off by the mysterious weather.

Now, I heard recently that Ireland has the best umbrellas in all the world: the Irish umbrellas. After an almost entire year in Ireland, I can safely say, this statement is absolutely true. Curious yet?

In order to keep out of this year-around miserable weather, most of us on this Emerald Island spend a huge chunk of time under the best umbrellas yet…the Irish pubs!

Here are a list of my top 10 favorite off-the-beaten-path pubs in Dublin!

1. McGary’s Pub – Harold’s Cross Road. Great free pub quiz every Wednesday night! Pizza and a Pint for 12 euro!

2. Rody Bolands – Rathmines. Fun traditional pub in a really great young area in south Dublin. It is far from city center, but walking down to this area is a great way for tourists to see how locals live.

3. Paddy Cullens – Ballsbridge. This quaint pub hides amongst the embassy area of Dublin. Ballsbridge is a bustling area full of businessmen, politicians, and working men/women. This pub also hosts specials for rugby matches.

4. The Barge -Ranelagh. A GREAT pub by the canal. It is a local pub, especially for after work drinks. On nice days, you can drink by the canal and so it gets packed with locals inside and outside. Also a great place to watch sporting events on the big screens!

5. TapHouse – The Triangle. This is a boutique part of Dublin and the pub serves great craft brews.

6. The Living Room – North Dublin. This is a huge bar with a great outdoor area in the back that connects you between three amazing pubs.

7. The Capitol – Aungiers Street. This is a great bar with amazing drink specials. 5 Euro cocktails every day and Thursdays & Fridays from 5-8 it is 2 for 6 Euro. More centrally located.

8. Flannery’s Pub – Camden Street. Every time I have been to this bar, I have had a truly memorable experience! It is always a blast and the people who frequent are usually great fun! Camden street is a really popular bar area for locals. Despite being centrally located, drinks are cheaper than Temple Bar, taste better, and there are less tourists here.

9. The Long Stone – Townsend Street, right by Trinity College. This bar is a quintessential Irish pub! It is centrally located, but frequented by more locals than tourists. A lot of young folk go there and often will host fun pub quizzes or other charity events.

10. The Pavilion (The Pav) – Trinity College Dublin, Pub. After the year of academics that I have had, I am a regular customer of the Pav! The Pav is for Trinity students and in the evenings is always packed with students from around the world. It is great to get a pint and sit outside on the rare nice day to catch a cricket match or people watch!

This list is not exhaustive and if you still wanted more, please feel free to message me and I would be happy to give you more Irish Umbrellas to visit during your stay in Dublin!

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