In this post I go to Cork!

Saturday, after the "Wet-n-Wild European Business Pros & Accounting Hos" Party, Joe, Derrick, Adam, and Jake decided to take the DART to somewhere on Ireland's beautiful east coast. Hating and fearing trains not painted a comforting yellow-and-mauve, I announced that I was going to Cork.

Ahh, Cork. Where the men are men and the sheep are nervous.

I took the bus, which was great because it passes through mile-after-mile of beautiful hillside and quaint scenic villages with creative pub names. Unfortunately, after four hours of this you start hating the identical sheep and identical backwater towns, and I was happier than I'd expected upon my arrival at Cork, mostly because I could get off the bus. Lee is studying abroad at University College Cork, and she had given me the name of the street her apartment was on. I was kind of nervous (no Dublin street I've been on has ever had its name written anywhere), so I asked the first person I saw outside the station. What part of the city was it in? Was it on this side of the river? Would I have to take a bus?

"Oh, just take the next right."

Cork is pretty small.
It is a gorgeous place, and feels a whole lot more "Irish" than Dublin. Now I feel REALLY bad I didn't take my camera. Oh well! I figure anyone who reads what I write is used to disappointment by now, so no biggie.