When Hofstra decided to offer a study abroad trip to Ireland, I don't think they realized that when we signed our names to the registration page, we would also be signing up our patriotism for a ritualistic cult suicide.
Don't get me wrong, I love my country. America is indeed quite pretty, and we are very fortunate to live in a state of decent comfort with many freedoms not afforded to all.
BUT with that said, America pales in comparison to the paradise I now find myself in. (Or, in a more blatant way, The US f**king sucks, Ireland is the most amazing place on Earth. Happy fourth of July, everybody!)
Everything here is...sensational. When I eat, I feel like I'm being introduced to food for the first time; every flavor that glides over my tongue is among, if not the best I have ever experienced in my short life. The air is in a constant state of absolute freshness. I have been here just shy of a week already, and I have yet to smell any kind of pollution, even when standing next to a clearly heavy loaded factory. I have yet to be in a place, even in my admittedly small room, where I could not find something exquisite to look at (The Corrib Village reception was kind enough to put a few Picasso prints on my walls, and they're quite lovely.) And all around me I hear and truly feel utter kindness emanating from every living creature I've come across.
Ireland is a haven of beauty I never thought could actually exist outside of a human psyche.
I wish I could prove my humble opinion to you in more than mere words (alas, the blogspot photo uploading is not co-operating with the Corrib internet connection, though you can view them by clicking here ) though I will be updating again tomorrow when my first week is complete to give it a try.
I am exhausted from our weekend excursion to Dublin, so if you all will excuse me, I must go dream of the day when I will live in this paradise.
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