Our first stop was Monaghan Castle. It was pretty cool, though it has been lived in up until thirty years ago. It is more along the lines of a house than a fortress, so it wasn't as cool as Warwick. But it was still cool.
This is a view of the grounds from out of one of the windows.
On our way back we stopped at a beach. You can see the peninsula behind Emily and me.
After we got back, we ate and then I went to Trinity College to see the Book of Kells. On the way I ran into Jared, so he came with me. It was pretty sweet. It's an old version of the gospels, copied by four monks in latin and decorated with gothic drawings and colors*. Then we went upstairs and looked at the Long Room, which is a giant old library. I mean giant, like the size of the one in Beauty and the Beast. It was awesome. Also housed in the library was the oldest harp in Ireland.
Jared and I took a quick walk over to Oscar Wilde's memorial before going back to the hostel and catching dinner (Oscar Wilde is a famous poet- one of the ones we're studying in class).
That night we went pub hopping again. This time it was on our own and to real pubs (not the touristy ones). Trevor was told where to find them, so we wandered down the street. The first pub we went to was fun, but we didn't talk to many people. Trevor and Greta talked to some old Irish men, but that was it. Then we went to an American 50's style diner and got deserts. We all wanted desert. After a quick desert (I got ice cream. I'd been dying for ice cream. The two things I'm eating first when I get home are Taco Bell and Cookies and Cream ice cream.) we went to another pub. There we met some guys more our age (late twenties) and hung out with them. Just as we started to chat, the pub was closing, so we went to another one. It was kinda loud, but one of the guys bought us a round of beer. We decided the noise didn't lend much to conversation, so we went to another pub (there are certainly enough to take your pick, without much of a walk in between). There was music, but we went outside in the back so it wasn't too loud. Our new Irish friends could smoke back there, so that was another plus (for them at least). They bought us another round and we stayed there til 1:30. They continued on to yet another pub, but we decided to go to bed on account of exhaustion.
The next morning we got breakfast/lunch (yes, at a pub. Again, where else is there to eat? I'm not even joking....it's either McDonalds or a pub) and then headed back to London. It was an excellent weekend.
*again with the British spellings, I wanted to spell "colours"