We're back. After leaving to rest a bit too much the previous entry, we tell you our experience in the U2 weekend. That for those who do not know what it is, is freaky meeting that prompted us to Ireland. That is, the U2 concert in his homeland. Here the picture of a copy freaky happy.
But what we are. We'll tell you a little live there, our experience these days and try to describe to you a bit both the environment and the city.
We arrived in the morning and went back to retrieve an old tradition. Search the house like crazy, where a certain Jim was going to host. Again go through the intrigue of what awaits us and see that such. The first on the forehead. Its indications, rather they were not as clear as expected and there we stayed, with mochilones, raining, asking Christ to all for a building that did not seem to exist. But hey, at the end we found him and we had our home. A cook who lived with his girlfriend and son at home (of course, Bono y cia cooked for once).
No more waiting than is strictly necessary, we went swift and fast in the center of the world udosiano on those dates. Temple Bar We met with dozens of pubs, streets estrechasy many people, lot. And the best part is that the door of each of the pubs, music out live bands playing songs by U2, or just songs blaring from the above group. The paradise for any fan worth his salt. Posters, cartoons, people with shirts, album sales ... too.
Conclusion, good but a little ... no, not disappointing, but perhaps a little dirty. Not for hygiene but for the environment "vomit" to breathe, especially at dawn. Temple Bar, is too crowded. Too many people, too touristy, but was the place I always came to take us some beer and listen to songs of U2. Missed.
But Dublin has many more things that Temple Bar is full of atmosphere, friendly people, and pubs. And Guinness, of course, but a server does not like.
course was a must go to Croke Park to check on the preparations ....
And of course, the Clarence Hotel and other appointments required.
And finally came the day in question. Which began with good news. They gave me a ticket to the concert the next day. THE GODDESS FORTUNA AROUND YOU
Around 4 we went to the nearly empty stadium and we stayed on our sites. This is what we saw.
After a complaints fairly desperate, get new sites. Where perchance we meet an old friend, whom we adopted.
And not too overwhelming, I finally realize one of my dreams, I never thought that would be fulfilled. See U2 in their homeland. See U2 in Dublin. U2 feel and enjoy its best ever, soaking up all and each of the notes they left the stage and memorizing all, as a first time is a first time.
Since this is not a criticism we do not extend more concerts. Just say something. AWESOME. Something you can not put into words.
Once finished, we went looking for freaky English who had been in a pub, but not found, so we queue waiting for the Clarence Hotel to see if the stars came, but after an hour decided to leave, that fatigue was a dent in us.
The next day dawned with a bad news. My free ticket flew, and took a chick he met that night the owner of the entry. Therefore, she took my ticket ... and I suppose he would take something in return. And then I think that we hosted in our home ...
Our last day, we enjoy walking and quietly. We went in search of a recording studio where he recorded a famous group (can you guess which?).
this entry may not described even a little bit of Dublin, but that are the guides. This entry has attempted to explain and teach (albeit a bit superficial), the atmosphere of the weekend more special this year.
conclusion, as a country positivo.Irlanda trip is fine. It is true that we've seen more beautiful and spectacular, but as always, do not believe that there are places better or worse, just different. All destinations have something magical, and small moments are left in the retina.
The horse attack murderer to Anne, the first dinner in a pub, and enjoy the first hamburguesota. Unforgettable moments such as arrival at Temple Bar and the first sight of Croke Park.
I want to go, I go to another U2 weekend, but I think it will never be like this, I never exceed my first trip to the very bowels of U2. Until next time, the desert awaits.
