Baile Átha Cliath

When I landed in charming Dublin, I knew it would feel like home. I instantly fell in love with the essence of it. That's probably why I'm so sad to be back. I'm already feeling this urge to come back as soon as possible. I regret that I haven't stayed longer in such a great city. I miss the cold smell of the river Liffey, the vibrant street markets, the cobbled lanes, the adorable accent, the pubs with fireplaces and Victorian decoration, the food (honestly, having a full Irish breakfast, Bobo's burgers and Baileys cheesecake in the same week is something I look forward to repeat!) and of course, the greenest grass I've ever seen. 
The easygoing, friendly nature of the Irish also appeals to me (I'm afraid this sounded a bit like an Irish whiskey cliché). Everyone was nice, warm, helpful, kind and laid-back, as far as I could tell by my own personal experience. And trust me, I went for the places where the locals, not the tourists, were having the craic!
Sometimes I found myself staring at the beautiful redheads with freckles and porcelain skin - yay, ginger galore! However, Dublin is a melting pot and I enjoy that multicultural vibe.
Jameson and coffee were my best friends during these days, since I woke up at 8am and only got back to bed when the pubs closed. My feet were aching terribly because I walked many miles every day and only took the bus when the blisters got too painful at every step.
I also had the opportunity to meet up with this couple - Dee and Dave - I met in my hometown last Summer and we all had an incredibly great time! Dee's father, this adorable 70-year-old man from Limerick, was part of our gang as well, contributing to the fun factor, considering his sense of humour. My last night was spent with them and it really could not have been lovelier... Dee teached me some words in Irish Gaelic, I drank a gin and tonic at The Shelbourne's bar (how classy is Marriott, huh?) as it was the only place open at 2am and we witnessed the night lights from Trinity College Prom Ball reflected in the clouds while a drunk lad sang a cover of Zombie in a slightly chaotic Grafton Street.
The only negative thing about Dublin was really the fact that everything is much more expensive, compared to Portugal. I didn't feel tempted to splurge though, except for the time I entered a Cath Kidston shop, so it wasn't too bad.
I managed to find hidden gems like secret gardens and secluded alleys. The more I saw, the more I felt passionate about good old Dublin. Rain didn't bother me at all and being on my own was a bonus because I wasn't in the mood to care about anything else but where I wanted to go. After this experience, I've been thinking that moving to Dublin wouldn't probably be a bad idea. After all, I love it.