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Hello,I hope this belongs here, otherwise feel free to remove this post. The sub description says experiences are ok but I found none so I am unsure. :)Let me start this of with a bit of background knowledge. I am 20 years old, from Germany, and in last years November I was diagnosed with depression. Times have been bad, I isolated myself, felt unloved and overall just shitty. Then on a friday night, after some alcohol, I reached my lowest point. Unable to take my medics because I had drunken I was searching for another way to cheer me up and somehow ended up booking a flight to Dublin.Alone. For one day. The next day. Departure at 22:45, flight back at 19:00 on sunday.Let me add real quick that I am not a big traveller. I had travelled without my parents exactly one time in my life, and that was with my girlfriend.So I booked a hostel on the way to the airport next day (Abbey Court Hostel, absolutely lovely place with a super friendly staff) and took the plane, only a small bag with a phone charger and clothes for the next day with me. Despite being a very impulsive person in general this was by far the craziest thing I have ever done in my life. I have always wanted to see Ireland, eversince the first time I entered an irish pub, therefore I just couldn‘t stop smiling already at this point. Tried to sleep a bit in the plane (I hadn‘t slept the whole night before) but was too excited (also uhm coffee). When I landed it was like entering a different world. Irish people man. I had no idea where I am and how to get to Dublin, and they somehow knew. Everyone would ask me if I‘m fine and would guide me where to go and stuff. After a coach ride I arrived in Dublin and made my way to the touristy pubmile. What a beautiful place. I drank one pint in every pub I saw on the street, just sitting inside enjoying the atmosphere. Then I tried my first fish‘n chips despite not liking fish and it was wonderful. After a couple more beers the pubs closed and I went to check into the hostel at like 4am.Slept until 7:30 and left again to see the Guinness brewery. Walked my way there past some of the most beautiful churches I had ever seen. The brewery itself was awesome, with my ticket came a free pint in the rooftopbar. On my way back I needed to go to the toilet, went into an absolutely non touristy pub and wow. What can I say. 12am, sundays, a pub full of irish people and me coming in ordering a pint because I don‘t just wanna use the toilet. After exactly 1,5 seconds in the pub someone asks me where I am from. „Germany“, I say. „You focking Nazi bastard“, he answers. And guess what? He then invites me to sit with him, we talk and drink for hours (he payed all rounds because „he won‘t let a focking Nazi pay for his pint“. He teaches me how to be irish, I teach him how to be German. We‘re talking bout our favorite bands, our favorite philosophers, everything. An hour in this pub and I know a quarter of the people in the pub because he asks them to test my irish skills. I nearly missed my flight because I had so much fun I completely forgot the time. This might‘ve been one of the purest and most happy moments of my life. 2 people of different cultures meeting each other and having a fucking good time together. Since then I have become addicted to the thought of travelling the world. I visited London afterwards. I will visit Philadelphia next week. I plan on visiting a friend abroad in Japan later this year. And I will sure as hell go back and visit this shady local pub in Dublin. It has given me my happiness in life back, seeing different cultures, meeting foreign people. Just thinking about it warms my heart.People in this sub keep asking for the point in travelling. For me, this is it. It makes me happy, it gives me adventures to experience, stories to tell, people to meet. Sadly I didn‘t exchange numbers or even names with this guy, so I can never tell him how great this afternoon was. via /r/travel ift.tt/2Co9LSO