Ah the luck of the irish!

I loved Florence, even though we weren't there very long and didn't see as much as we should have. The hostel was so cute, and we chatted to some very interesting people.
We climbed 414 stairs at the Cathedral Tower and saw a 360̊ view of Florence.
We ate overpriced gelato and visited this specific supermarket about 38 times.
We drank Jonathon's grandfather's homemade red wine and bought snacks for his dog, Morgan. It was a really good couple of days.

Jonathan, Trist and I

Sunday we woke up early and spent the whole day travelling.
Due to booking flights after a few drinks, we ended up catching a:
taxi to Florence train station

Coach to Pisa Airport
Flight to Manchester Airport (which is epic by the way)

Flight to Dublin Airport
Coach to Dublin train station

and a tram to our hostel.

Which is huge, almost too big. The corridors of each floor remind me of a hotel and the bar/lounge area is way too big for everyone to socialise because we're so spaced out.
I still like it here, we had a proper Irish pub meal that night and then visited the Guinness Storehouse yesterday, followed by a pub crawl last night - totally tame because there were 4 people on it :|

Today we did the walking tour and saw the whole city, then spent a few hours just sitting in a pub talking to people we'd met.
And now I need to figure out my next move - maybe up to Belfast?

Self-explanatory

Trinity College

P.S. Guy, I can't believe we fooled you. Of course I wouldn't go to Croatia without you.