My time in Dublin was fiercely fantastic, long nights of wandering with my new friends, all the tourist traps, street performers. Coming from the tourist dependent state of Florida, it was strangely refreshing to be a tourist again.

While Dublin was reminiscent of Orlando back home, Derry is more akin to St. Augustine, a somewhat small city with a rich history where tourism and everyday life are side by side. We spend our afternoons in class with the professors, and our evenings with the city herself. A marvelous and diverse array of restaurants and churches, merchants and stores, smells sights and sounds all assault our senses to the point of over-stimulation. And that’s just the city of Derry! I’m afraid there wouldn’t be enough time or space to describe standing atop the mighty Giants Causeway with the wind whipping past me, as if it were angered by my presence. Or the ancient rope bridge that creaked and caused shudders of uneasiness up the spines of even our most brave members. But all that aside, one of my favorite things to do here, is to go onto the balcony of the house we are staying in, and admire the city. The lights of the city blot out the stars in the sky, as most cities do. But the lights spread over this historic land look as if the stars themselves came to visit, each one holding a story of incomparable value and antiquity. Because like the stars in the sky, every night both here and throughout all the world, is as antique and memorable as the days spent here abroad.