Being away from home on the National Day to Celebrate our patron Saint, was a day that i was not looking forward to. I knew too well of the parties that would be taking place on my beloved Emerald Isle. I was well aware that if there was one day on Erasmus that I would experience homesickness it would be St Paddy's Day. From listening to the choir singing 'Hail Glorious St Patrick' in mass that morning, to sitting in the Hatfield House on the Ormeau Road in Belfast tapping my feet to a traditional fiddle player whilst supporting an oversized green hat on my head and wearing a 'kiss me, I'm Irish badge', I knew that there would be a lot to be missed at home with my family and friends. Nonetheless, Kerri-Ann and myself scanned the shops all week looking for the perfect green top to wear and encouraged all the girls to celebrate St Patrick's Day with us. After eating an Irish breakfast to some traditional music myself and Kerri-Ann showed our house mates how to Irish dance (although I must admit, we were just not as light on our feet as Micheal Flatley or Jean Butler). Later, we bought a few rounds of Guiness in the Tribunen and shortly after we made our way home to greet our Polish friends staying in Horsens (who we met in Åbenrå). As usual we all gathered in our house that evening before spending the rest of St Paddy's Day in Crazy Daisy's. OK, it may not have been the most traditional St Paddy's Day I have encountered, but I sure had a good time teaching the Belgium girls and Polish boys how to be Irish for the day!
Photographs in order of appearence:
The top picture is one of myself with my green t-shirt on...all set for the day!
Below is a photograph of Kerri-Ann introducing great Irish stout to a Belgian.
The final photograph shows my Polish friend Marceik and myself before we go to Crazy Daisy's!
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Well said.
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