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The Merry Ploughboy Pub

It's hard for me to pick one favorite thing about our trip to Ireland.  Ireland is my favorite place in the world, and just being there is all I could ask for.  We did some 'sploring, ate delicious food, and played trivia for my favorite books, Harry Potter.  And best of all, I was with my family.  It's hard for me to be so far away from my family while I'm at school, so it was wonderful to have them all with me for a whole week in my favorite place.  What more could a girl ask for?

There are many reasons I love Ireland.  It's absolutely gorgeous and green, and it has so many wonderful places to go.  The people are some of the friendliest in the world(in my opinion). As Mommy likes to say, it's like talking to leprechauns all day.  Seeing sheep and their little lambs as we drive brings immense happiness to my heart, because I love cute things.  But most of all, I love the Irish culture because it is where my family originated.  The name Kennedy is completely Irish.  I love having Irish ancestors, and I almost wish they hadn't left, because it means I might have been born in Ireland.  Anyway, I take great pride in my Irish ancestry, right down to the Claddagh ring I wear everyday and the week I spend celebrating Saint Patrick's day.  So when the time came on Saturday night to go the Merry Ploughboy Pub, I was SO ready.

The Merry Ploughboy is a pub outside of Dublin owned by musicians.  Mommy and Daddy went there on their last trip to Ireland, and absolutely loved it, so I was really excited to go.  We met the Fingletons there, and they brought a ginormous bag of Irish candy with them, but we were just excited to see them again.  We all went inside and upstairs, and were seated.

The Merry Ploughboy experience consists of dinner and a show.  We started off with delicious, soft, and crumbly brown bread with butter, and moved on to our appetizers.  I decided on the seafood chowder, despite not being a big seafood person.  It was incredible.  I mean really delicious.  And presented so beautifully.  Our entrees were also delicious.  I opted for the lamb, but there was also fish and chicken, both of which looked super tasty.  But dessert really took the cake(or pie :P) It was this sweet, soft apple pie, and you know it was tasty, because Glo finished it in about thirty seconds.  And when Glo likes something, you know it must be good :) Even though I was full, I made room for that pie.  Mmmm.

Then the show began.  The Merry Ploughboys took center stage, and played gorgeous Irish melodies, including Carrick-fergus, the Rocky Road to Dublin, and Tell Me Ma.  The last is a personal favorite, because we sang it in Master Singers my senior year of high school.  I couldn't focus on anything but the music.  It was perfect.  Normally I take video or recordings of music I love, but I was so focused on the music that I completely forgot.  It was the epitome of Irish culture for me.  But little did I know.

I have always loved Irish dance.  I love the costumes, the steps, and the music.  I knew that there would be music at the pub, but I didn't know there would be dancing too.  Turns out, the MP takes dancers from a nearby studio, and asks them to perform at their shows.  Four high school age dancers came out and boy did they cut an Irish rug.  There's no way to describe it, but I loved it.

Overall, it was just a really fun night.  It was fun being with my family and hearing the music and watching the dancers.  Afterwards, I went to buy a t-shirt and all four dancers were standing there, so of course I got a picture, thanks to Mommy.


And of course, I had to take a picture of the rules of the pub, because when in Ireland... Most don't apply since we don't drink, but they're still fun to read.  And per the usual, I was sitting next to an older couple, and they talked to me almost the entire time :)
#IloveIreland #MerryPloughboy #Ireland4ever

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