Ode to Pringles

The bus did not show up at 6:30 AM. Let me just tell you, there were some VERY unhappy campers that morning. Angry Amy included.


So what do we do when the bus doesn't show up until 9 AM? We quote spongebob in a parking lot. I love my life. Another high point was when Centra (our favorite on-campus grocery store) opened up at 7. I bought pringles and water. After a long night out, no judgement was passed. I'm going to give you a little spoiler, our trip to Belfast did not even go to Belfast. We passed through. -.-



I sat on the bus mostly just listening to music and eating my pringles, pondering life. The usual. I was also trying not to vomit. I get car sick, but also I drank way too much the night before. But if we're going to be technical, it was the same morning. Ugh! Also, we discovered that 1) you can't have just a few pringles and 2) pringles make you more hungry.


We passed by a ton of wildlife, but I was mostly intrigued by the sheep. Each farm we passed had sheep with a different color painted on their back/neck area. Still got to research that one.

You can see the sheep sort of have a blue stain on them. It's so cult-y. It makes me feel like the farmers call a certain color, and no one else can use it. I'd choose periwinkle. But I only have sheila the sheep (see old post).


The day was so interesting, but a lot of time was spent napping on the bus. We went way north in Ireland. They started only accepting pounds as money. 'Twas unfortunate. None of us have exchanged our money for pounds yet because England is next week. I used my card to buy a delicious steak burger. No regrets.


We went to a rope bridge, which was interesting because I'm really afraid of heights. The driver told us about how precarious it was. This driver is a jerk. We got to the bridge (after I almost turned around from my anxiety about the heights), and it was literally the easiest thing. No danger was really present. No trolls were found.

Later in the day we went to the Giant's Causeway. It's a ton of rock formations that are hexagons. So pretty, and very mystical. I brought out my chalk and started writing on some of the rocks.

I'm not one for graffiti, but it was a necessary thing to do. I also have been taking tons of pictures with my chalkboard. It's a hassle to lug around, but definitely worth it. After I took a picture with my chalkboard, I later found out that a little girl had seen me and got really excited. My friend told me that her dad asked if she had wanted to talk to "the girl with the chalkboard". She was too shy though. I would have loved that moment like none other. If only she had come up to me, I would have had her write something and taken a non-creepy picture with her. Glad my weird chalkboard is getting noticed.


On the way home, the driver put on a video about the potato famine. I fell asleep within 20 seconds. Not sorry about it.

For dinner we got our third round of Pizza Hut (219.50 euros) compliments of the Chem department again. I devoured a good chunk of pizza. Pizza is life.



And some weird things I've noticed in Ireland:
-lots of blue cars
-people walk on the other side of the sidewalk similar to how they drive on the other side of the street (very confusing for tourists...we get a lot of frowning people staring at us)
-Dublin reminds me of the word dubloon. A currency used by neopets pirates.


That is all.

peace.love.meep
-amyjoy