Cashel aka Deserted Creepy Small Town

i didn´t realize what it meant to live in a small town until this past weekend. steph, luke, luke´s friend tomaz and i decided to get away for the weekend and after much planning and negotiating, we settled for a nearby small town Cashel, Irish for castle. This city consists of what appeared to be 4 or 5 streets with a surprising population of 5,000. we got to our hostel, which was not that hard to find as it was on 1 of the few streets in the entire city. the hostel was a bit weird at first, the lady working there was very snoopy and asked us alot of questions. i think we were the only ones staying there that night although we did see a few faces here and there. we dropped off our stuff and headed for the rock of Cashel, which is the city´s most important and main attraction. i must admit i did not want to leave the rock, or castle if you will. its situated on top of a small hill which overlooks fields and fields of green green green. the view was impressive and the castle first built in the 13th century gave the city a very authentic feel. i absolutely loved the castle. it had an old grave yard where they bury important people still to this day to families which own plots of land. we also found a deserted abbey in the middle of the field and climed its limestone walls and invaded! relaxing gettaway... just what i needed. so we saw all of what Cashel had to offer and this is where our trip got interesting, or dissinteresting i should say! we realized that there was absolutely nothing else to do in this small town. all the buses already left and we were deserted in the creepy hostel with no one to hang out with but ourselves. listening to our stomaches we found the cheapest Indian restaurant in town which turned out to be the best Indian food I have ever had, in my whoooole life! This place was incredible and nothing can beat the price or the presentation of the food! 15 euro i got crispy thin wafer bread with dips, garlic naan, a scrumptuous creamy pistachio filled chicken dish, steph and tomaz even squeezed in a few beers for the same price. We were the only customers that night and if I can say anything about Cashel, its that this little town has the best Indian food, for realz. we tried a local pub but as soon as we walked in we realized there was a birthday party going on. we went to the only other place open which appeared to be a posh sort of place where the entire "cool" crowd hangs out. i felt like we were being watched and talked about. it was obvious that everyone there knew each other and it was clear that we were outsiders. nobody was rude but no one was really nice either. we were all tired and were not feelin it so we headed back to the hostel which had "no alcohol in hostel" signs on each wall accompanied by posters and advertisements of beer and ale. we rounded off the night by playing cards, good thinking Steph! and took the first bus back to Dublin in the morning. the most exciting

(me sitting on a piece of the rock of Cashel)

part was that i really really realy had to pee on the bus and could not handle it just 20 minutes outside of Dublin, so Luke and I got off the bus and I relieved myself in some random B&B in god knows where. luckily there was a bus that went to the city near by and here i am now!

(rock of Cashel in the background) (cows mooo)

(sneaking down the hill to the abby. shhh)

what am i doing now? i have been working 9 to 5 at an office and i absolutely love this job. i hang out with Sandi all day at reception and we have such a good craic(crack) she´s teaching me some Irish words and Friday I got a lesson in Irish drinking. I won´t ever forget Friday, I know my stomach never will, although my mind a bit hazy. And guess who´s coming to town? You know who you are.

Random: meet Erin, my American counterpart/Irish soul mate. 5 de Mayo, we are really trying. this was ofcourse followed by a Mexican hat dance and free shots from the bar tenders... yes we know how to work them.