Apparently I came to Ireland with a few misconceptions about the weather. I (and almost every person I consulted before my trip) predicted, and expected, four months of grey skies and chilly rain.
Now, I feel that I can honestly state that I have seen the sun every day that I have been in Ireland. Every day. And it's beautiful! At first I thought it was just the summer weather, but it's October now.
And when it does rain, it doesn't really rain. I'm from North Carolina; I know rain. At home, it comes down pretty hard, at least once a week. Here it justs mists, or sometimes spits (as in, it's spitting out). No satisfying rain yet.
But, lest I be drawing a picture of Ireland as the next Bermuda, let me remind you of a saying we have in NC: "Don't like the weather? Don't worry, it'll change in a few minutes!" While this makes sense in my home state, it is literally true here. This morning, I woke up to clouds. It was sunny on my way to class, rained during class, but was clear and sparkling at the end of the hour. It then drizzled most of the afternoon, before the sun came out about 5.30, only to disappear again by 6.30. It's clear now, but will probably rain later tonight.
As the daughter and sister of boy scouts, you would think I'd know this by now, but always, always, carry a rainjacket.
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