Author Archives: bmcfadden08

There is a cozy old pub on Poolbeg Street and my older sister and I are sitting in it, Smithwick’s in front of us, chatting and reminscing as we drink. The ornery old publican is pacing up and down the … Continue reading →

Over the past year and a half, I’ve received much advice about living abroad. And most all of it was appreciated and heeded (except for the suggestion that Scot Miller gave me on our first day in Dublin – swimming … Continue reading →

Christmas cards and decorations filled shops as early as October, brilliantly twinkling lights were strung above Grafton Street, carols were piped out of every department store, and shoppers carried more bags than I thought possible. The Christmas season in Ireland … Continue reading →

Within an hour of arriving in Dublin, I walked through the gated archway to Trinity’s campus and stood beneath the Campanile. It was a scene directly out of the tourist brochures – I was awed that this was to be … Continue reading →