After October, you’ll always be damp...
#I had a slight idea when moving to Ireland that yes, it would always be a bit rainy. Although After living in London for 6 months, I thought I knew exactly the kind of weather I was walking into. My first mistake was ever thinking London and Dublin were the same, at all. I’ve been yelled at enough now to know that. My second mistake was thinking that just because there close in geographical location that the weather would ever be anything alike. Dublin in all its glory no matter how beautiful or how sunny it is outside, can produce the ugliest, gloomiest, wettest rain and weather no matter the day or time. It’s absolutely true what they say, you can experience all 4 seasons in an hour in this country. In the last 6 months it’s happened, more times than I count now. Now, being from the middle of the East Coast I’m used to snow, rain, hail, ice, the shit that comes along with the winter months. Dublin is a bit funny though, it gets cold enough to send a chill through your spin but oh wait it’ll never snow or really ice over. I’ve heard from countless locals and natives that Dublin really hasn’t seen snow in about 4 years. Which for an East Coast Kid is a bit sad, because as much as I like to bitch about snow, I do kind of miss it. So here we are smack dap in the middle of February and it’s just plain ugly out. On occasion we get a sunny few hours in the morning or as the sun is setting it’ll peak out over the city, causing a beautiful sunset especially over the canals. Regardless of the shit show that is the weather in Ireland, everyone learns to adapt and so have I. Just because it’s raining out is not a good excuse to miss class, or to miss going out for a few pints. You suck it up, slip on your still wet boots from earlier and march your way down to your favorite spot with your mates. It’s always hot enough in the pubs to dry everything out within a few hours anyway. You also learn that your jeans will never truly be dry again, there always seem to just be a dampness in the air, and at this points it a losing battle. So wet jeans it is! And finally, you can never win when it comes to an umbrella and the wind. After a storm has passed, walk down any street in the city and you’ll see countless umbrellas tossed aside like rag dolls from the downpour. The thing is, the Irish never seem to let the weather bother them. I’m pretty sure it could be torrential down pouring with winds gusting at 100+ miles per hour and these amazing people would still be as kind as ever. So that’s the attitude I’ve tried to take on. Because even when it is raining and you’ve broken your 9th umbrella, I still find myself smiling because hey, it could be a lot worse. The city is beautiful, the beer is good, and at least I know things will dry out eventually…I hope so anyway! Cheers A6