I found some green clothes and I changed my hair colour to some really strong hair to force the Irish stereotype, also I got some beers. Some! To celebrate what should be the most traditional and well-known celebration in Ireland. And well, it worth it.
I spent the whole day with my friends drinking and partying for something that we didn’t know actually. Firstly, Paddy’s day is not that big parade for the Irish people as we use to think. Most of my Irish friends went back to their homes to stay with their families, most of them also don’t like the Dublin’s mess. But the leprechauns were everywhere.
But Paddy’s day made me realize one thing: my time here. I’ve been out of my own country for seven months (and probably gonna be for 2 or more) so I just realized what I’ve done. I made incredible friends, I got some really good alcoholic resistance and I also had said more goodbyes than I wanted.
So what I’ve celebrated in St Patrick’s day was all the good things that Ireland brought to me. All the friends, all the days of fun and totally out of any preoccupation. Just doing what I wanted and being happy with what I have.
What Paddy’s day means to me now – despite some really green clothes, a strong orange hair colour and hangover – is the summer of my life. The strong and loyal happiness that I’ve build and – with the Irish luck – I might keep it.
Thank you, Patrick. Thank you Ireland for changing my life.