One weekend, we went on an abbreviated tour of the Boyne Valley. On the drive, we made a brief stop at an abbey.

One of the college trips we went on was a group venture to Dublinia, a museum about old Dublin.

One of my favorite trips was our day trip to Glendalough (pronounced Glenda-lock).

Our first weekend excursion was to Belfast. This trip was with UCD, so there were a decent number of people. We all loaded onto two big tour buses early in the morning for the several hour drive up north. Luckily, the back of the bus had a section with three seats, so we could all sit together. And be weird.

The start of school was not too bad. I figured out I only had one week of class before work started then another after work finished. 

My week in Texas was up before I even started to believe I was staying there. And then all of a sudden I was on a plane to Ireland!