It's a little bit of obsession I have with Saint Patrick and I think there are two reasons why. On the one hand, my beloved cousin Patricia, or Patú as I've always called her. This is no place to talk about her but, since she's my favourite cousin, I have to remember her somehow.
On the other hand, my absolute devotion for Ireland. The first time I went to Ireland I was 20 and I remember it as one of the best periods of my life. My friend Giovanna and I decided to look for a job there and, though our beginning in Killarney was really hard (eating rice almost every day, stealing toilet paper and salt and pepper from cafés...) things eventually got better. If you are thinking about going to Ireland, please, don't miss the opportunity to visit Galway county. Breathtaking landscapes, peace, sheep, horses, lakes...life!!
The second time was 6 or 7 years ago. This time I spent 5 months or so in Dublin, getting ready for my Proficiency exam. Dublin isn't the most beautiful city in the world but there's something there, some kind of magic that makes you feel at home the very first moment you set foot there. I met such nice people, Nikky from Spain, and my flatmates, Natalia, from Poland, and Nourdine, from France. I also remember a certain guy from Newfoundland, but that's another story.
Well, today is as good as any other day to let your mind fly and let yourself go to that fairy northern country and hope to go back there very soon.