Last day of the tour. We started at the Rock of Dunamase which yes, was another castle ruin. It was really cool though; there were really big window-y things and we could climb up and down the ruins and you could see where walls had collapsed on their sides (because the stone bricks were sideways) and stuff. 
Next was Glendalough, which was a monastic city with a big round tower where the walls were about three feet thick in the buildings, and there was a teeny door in the tower and because I was the smallest, the others wanted me to squish in and tell them what was inside, but I didn't think that was so cool, because I didn't want to get squished into a historical building and it smelt funny. But it was really cool because it was freaking huge and you can imagine how hard it would have been to build something like that in the 6th century or whatever. So yeah. 
On the site was also a building called St. Kevin's kitchen (which wasn't actually a kitchen, but the stone building had a chimney so they called it that) and a big stone cross which, if you could put your arms around it, was supposed to mean that you would marry an Irish guy or girl. Obviously because I have such short arms there was no way in hell I could do it, but I think it was an old-school eugenics program to weed out the small and short-armed for the Irish nation or something. Haha. There was also a lake on the site (there's a national park that the monastic city backs onto) and we walked there as a group and it was really pretty. After that it was back to Dublin, and too soon. We had to say goodbye to some people, but the rest of us who were staying in Dublin agreed to meet for dinner after we had checked into our respective accomodation. 
I was staying right in Temple Bar, and I walked into my hotel room to find a French couple fucking. GREAT. And then later they asked me where a good place to go for dinner was!!! I hightailed it out of there and met the others at Dublin's oldest pub (which was from the 1100s). Because some of us had early flights and whatnot it was an early night, although Meg and I walked around a bit more to look for coffee and stuff, and agreed to meet tomorrow morning. I got back to the hostel and met an Italian guy called Fabio (yes!) and we talked for a bit - he was in Ireland to learn English, and he seemed really cool. He helped me stuff my bag under the bunk and I said "grazie" and he said "prego" and we both laughed because my Italian is molto mierda. Haha. Then the French couple got back and they seemed to have had a good dinner, so yeah. I also broke the toilet in the ensuite bathroom but nobody knows that it was me. Haha.
I was staying right in Temple Bar, and I walked into my hotel room to find a French couple fucking. GREAT. And then later they asked me where a good place to go for dinner was!!! I hightailed it out of there and met the others at Dublin's oldest pub (which was from the 1100s). Because some of us had early flights and whatnot it was an early night, although Meg and I walked around a bit more to look for coffee and stuff, and agreed to meet tomorrow morning. I got back to the hostel and met an Italian guy called Fabio (yes!) and we talked for a bit - he was in Ireland to learn English, and he seemed really cool. He helped me stuff my bag under the bunk and I said "grazie" and he said "prego" and we both laughed because my Italian is molto mierda. Haha. Then the French couple got back and they seemed to have had a good dinner, so yeah. I also broke the toilet in the ensuite bathroom but nobody knows that it was me. Haha.
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