How not to die in the winter of Ireland

Winter in Ireland isn’t nice. Every morning I’m walking as fast as possible to the bus to not die because of cold. Ok, I just made that up. But you get the idea. It is freakin’ cold. Well, to be fair the temperatures aren’t that low. But I am living beside the sea and the wind is really strong. Last Monday, the school was closed because the busses weren’t allowed to drive. Last Saturday, I went to Galway with friends. The roads were frozen. My hostdad, who is normally a really fast driver (the speed limit on the road to Clifden is 80km/h and he drives about 120 km/h), drove slower than the speed limit.

The only way to survive in this cold, is to drink a lot of hot drinks and to wear a hat. When I went to Galway last Saturday with friends, one of them forgot to bring his jacket. I still don’t know how he survived this day. Maybe irish people are used to this cold and it doesn’t bother them.

However, I’m doing my best not to die here. Maybe I’ll arrive as an icicle in Germany. Maybe I’ll just spend the rest of my time near our fireplace. I think, I’ll find a way to survive.