What’s the coolest city of Europe?! The most beautiful, vibrating, interesting, city of the Old Continent?! You got that right. It’s London. And I truly love it. It’s fucking pricey, but I love it all the same. Third place in my personal Best City of the World ranking, so you know I really mean it. But this post isn’t about London. There’s a city that comes after but I love more. A city I can’t help but going back every time I have the chance. That’s The Old Gray Dublin.
It must be something like when you like a girl that you rationally know isn’t the most beautiful of the earth, still she has something that strikes you. And that’s what Dublin did to me the first time I’ve been there. It struck me so much with its unique atmosphere. Dublin has a charm you get clearly when you’re strolling around its streets. The whole city gets in your soul. So does the rain sometimes, but you’ll get used to it.
I love the Georgian Architectural style of the buildings, the souvenir shops playing Irish music all the time, the crowded pubs with live music, the incredible grey sky. You’re not gonna see anywhere else the sky as you see it in Ireland. You’re not gonna see the sun either, but that’s the thing though. That’s something that gives Dublin its particular charm. The clouds seem to have its own life. What can I say more? There’s just something going on between us.
I guess I should tell you I love Ireland in general. I’ve been there four times in my life, but I already know I’m going back sooner or later. If I had to pick a place in Europe where I really feel good, it’s in a pub in Dublin. I’m not even a great drinker, but I do appreciate a good beer. And a good Guinness in a Dublin pub, while Irish musicians are playing Irish music and everybody is dancing? You just can’t beat it. I don’t know if you’ve ever seen an Irish pub in Dublin, but if you haven’t, then you definitely should go.
Anyway, I can’t think about Dublin without thinking about my three ex-girlfriends. Like I said, I’ve been there four times, and every time I wasn’t alone. Pretending you’re very interested in my relationship with Dublin, I’m going to tell you about those four stories.
Four days in a Dublin residential building. Guest in my ex-ex-ex girlfriend apartment. She moved there five months before, right after splitting up but we stayed friends, so I took the chance to go visit her, and I got my first days as a Dubliner. It was love first sight. I remember waiting to meet my ex-ex-ex in the city center in front of the Spire. Not that is the most beautiful landmark in Europe, but tall as it is, in the middle of O’Connell Street, it’s still impressive. I also remember the March wind cutting my ears. Fucking freezing. I said I love it but what the hell, I’m from Rome!
One week in the same Dublin residential building, still guest of my ex-ex-ex-girfriend. She would work in the morning hence I would be alone every morning, feeling like living as a Dubliner going out doing groceries at Tesco. That time I didn’t miss the chance to visit another country, since the Northern Ireland is a four hours ride from Dublin. So I had a wonderful day in Belfast. One fantastic thing about Ireland is that they have a very efficient coach service, Bus Eireann, which you can use to go literally everywhere. That was also the time I first went to the Guinness Storehouse, first saw the famous St. James’s Gate and had a pint at the Gravity Bar, the pub at the top of the Storehouse.
I spent three days in Dublin as part of an amazing, I really mean amazing, vacation with my ex-ex-girlfriend, all around Ireland. Which by the way if I didn’t make that clear, is my favourite country in Europe. Me and my ex-ex got a beer with my ex-ex-ex and surprisingly it went fine. See, like I said we’re still friends, so when I’m in Dublin I always let her know, so we can get a beer or something. Plus, since she’s been living there for twelve years now, she knows all the best pubs. Temple Bar is the most touristic area to get a beer, but it’s awesome anyway.
Four days with my ex-girlfriend. I got to stay at the Oliver St. John Gogarty’s, one of the most beautiful pub in Temple Bar, with its own hostel upstairs. We had a day tour that took us to Glendalough, which is a little country in the middle of the Wicklow Mountains with an ancient monastery. During that tour we got to see also some spots where was shot the movie “P.S. I Love You”, which my ex was fond of. I guess she still is. Had a beer in Dublin with my ex-ex-ex but it didn’t go well this time. I mean, at the pub it seemed to be all right to me. Right after my ex had me notified it was not, because of something my ex-ex-ex said, which obviously I didn’t catch. But the city was awesome as ever.
By now I guess you got mixed up with all those ex-girlfriends, but I hope the thing that will stick in your mind is that this city has something special other places just don’t have. And if you heading that way, who knows, you might find me there. I’m definitely going back. ‘Cause I’m in love with the Old Grey Dublin.