After an interrupted sleep, we wake up early and shower. It's pretty much useless, though, because everything is closed at 8am. We have to have breakfast at McDonald's. Not good. We walk around and still, nothing is open. We walk to Finbarre Cathedrail, the land of which has been used for continuous Christian worship for 1,000 years. It's extemely impressive, with a golden angel perched on one side, gothic architecture, ornate doors, and friezes at the front entrance. We make our way down the south branch of the River Lee to Holy Trinity catholic church and walk around the area until what we thought was 9:30 mass. We soon find that the mass times were incredibly wrong; there's not a service until 11. How does Ireland's 2nd largest city not wake up until nearly noon? We then walk to University College Cork farther down the River past Finbarre, but it is also not open. From there, we walk to the Shandon area, to St. Anne's Cathedral, and walk back to grab our things.
We walk to a pub across from the train station, as crowds of fans in jerseys (kits) from Tipperary arrive and crowd into the town. Tipperary's colors are blue and yellow, and Cork's are red and white. We each buy a round of pints. The pub is quaint, just a few guys stopping in before heading to the match, which starts at 4. Our train back to Dublin is at 3:30. A group of them start chanting before they leave for the stadium. At 3 and after 3 rounds of pints, we walk across the street to the train station, boarding our train to Dublin a few minutes later. We buy sandwiches from the snack trolley and take in the views of the Irish countryside on the ride to Dublin. Again, Matt and Emily pass out and I look outside. I wake them up as we get close to Dublin's Heuston Station. We walk about a mile from the Station to O’Connell Street to catch the number 10 bus back to UCD. The weather in Dublin is much better than in Cork; about 60 and sunny. The surrounding Wicklow Mountains must hold the rain off. We just miss a bus and wait 15 minutes for the next. UCD is the last stop, about a 15 minute ride. Jay happens to be on the same bus. He was walking around St. Patrick’s Cathedral. He tells us that Adam and Mike got in town yesterday fine, and that they’re drinking in our apartment right then.
We walk in and immediately join them in playing cards. Getting aggressive, we share our stories from the weekend. Horse race and yelling, drinking. After a while, I shower and join everyone for a few more drinks before walking to the bus stop to go to city centre at about 10:30. There is another big group of people from our program going to city centre too, so we decide to go around together. We get out right by Temple Bar and walk down to the end of the street to the Porter House. Keith, the bartender from Friday, is sitting at the end of the bar with a friend, and after ordering drinks, we go to talk to him. His friend talks to Gordon for a solid half hour about visiting Germany. The Porter House closes at midnight on Sundays, but Keith and his friend take us to Porter House Central, which is right by Trinity College on Nassau Street. Walking through Temple Bar, I see Mary Kate Casey…who I went to high school at Loyola Academy with. Such a small world. She’s just in Dublin for the weekend, but coaching lacrosse in England for a year. Her group is going the opposite direction, though, and we all continue to Porter House Central. Less of a pub scene and more of a bar than the one in Temple Bar, it’s still fun. Keith buys shots. Adam’s getting creepy. We’re all out of control. When closing time comes, we all load into a taxi van and get back to UCD. Then, we’re all running around the building like idiots around 2:30. I have no idea what time I finally fell asleep.