It
is very hard to put all the impressions on paper now when feelings are
cooled and time did its mission.
Ireland,
in general is wonderful country with interesting and friendly people
full of spirit and culture caught in all parts of their beautiful
country. At first glance you can see that civilization is centuries old.
I
fell in love in every little part that I saw and I’m sorry that I
hadn’t enough time to see everything, although I think that it is
impossible.
At
the first place, it is nature…I saw just few parts, but that was
enough to have an impression of pure, healthy and interesting
countryside.
Shannon
River is the longest river. It is wide and landscape surrounding is
gorgeous. It looks like every leaf and every plant are meant to be just
at that place…It is same with Glendalogh lakes that are just 48 km
from the capital.
You need 20 minutes of walk up to the Upper Lake 
but it is worth every step. Breathtaking view…Of course,
monastery of St. Kevin that was once famous school for Europeans now is
one of the most important traces of old Irish Christianity culture and
the proof of how long Ireland is one of the centres of European culture.
Powerscourt Gardens 
are the place you have to see when you are in Ireland. Once
property of English aristocracy-today one of favourite tourist’s
attractions - perfect for one day trip. Italian, Japanese and other
gardens for your eyes and nose and Pet Cemetery as unusual attraction.
Sightseeing
in Ireland is not just sightseeing. It is learning about history full of
problems, about unique customs, great people and rocket in economy in
the last decade of 20th century. All that I have heard
totally impressed me and I’d need years to write all!
I was settled in Dublin and had a time to visit all Dublin City
attractions but Trinity College 
with its famous Book of Kells was my favourite.
Molly Malone 
and Grafton Street 
,
O’Connell Bridge with it’s statues and GPO building (General Post
Office- where famous 1916 revolution took place) 
and shopping in Henry Street;
Oscar Wilde 
and James Joyce saluting you from gardens and streets and from
every bookshop window.
It is the best to eat your lunch in unique city
parks like St. Stephen’s 
.
Further away are Kilmainham Gaol (I have remembered Daniel Day Lewis and
I was boring to death to the guide with questions about famous prison
and movies made inside it); Phoenix Park (the biggest city park in
Europe and second in the world!) with the President’s home, home of US
Ambassador, Pope’s Cross, beautiful places for picnic or sport and
famous Dublin Zoo; National Botanic Gardens with plants older than 400
years and mixture of beautiful smells and colours…There are so many
things to see and so little time to do so!!!
So,
listen people…if you are thinking where to spend your “little
extra”, forget about hot summers in Mediterranean and take a chance on
Emerald Isle, miracle land of rich nature, friendly hosts and
innumerable ways to have fun.
Of course, if you are coming from the country with low standard, be
careful! Ireland is really expensive so take care of every penny or you
are lost!
But, don’t forget to taste Guinness and catch that rare sun on the
coasts of Cork or Galway! And you are obliged to enjoy in Irish
Coffee!!!
Sláinte!
(Cheers!-in Irish)
Ivana
EMERALD ISLE ON THE WEB
www.culturelink.org/culpol/ireland.html
www.powerscourt.ie
www.ireland.com
www.visitdublin.com
www.geocities.com/TheTopics/Cabana/2973/Ireland/Glenda.htm
www.guinness.com
Now,
learn this great and “easy to sing” song and you are one step closer
to Dublin!
Molly Malone
In Dublin's Fair City
Where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheel'd her wheel barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive o!
Chorus
Alive, alive o!, alive, alive o!
Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive o!
She was a fishmonger
But sure 'twas no wonder
For so were her father and mother before
And they each wheel'd their barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive o!
Chorus
She died of a fever
And no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
But her ghost wheels her barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive o!
Chorus
