Saint Patrick’s day: ‘a cultural and religious holiday celebrated on the 17th of March. It is named after Saint Patrick, the most commonly recognised of the patron saints of Ireland.’
This quick Wikipedia description isn’t really in line with how I came to see St. Patrick’s day. To be honest, before I came here, I didn't know what it was about. Something with Ireland, and since I’m in Canada, I didn't expect much. But I was wrong. Although I think that most people here have never looked up what we celebrated on St. Patty’s day, everybody knows that it's something you can’t miss. That you have the wear green. And drink.
Kingston has never been so lively as last Sunday. Everybody was out on the streets, it was sunny, only -2 degrees, pretty much each house had a Kegger, doors were open, everybody was welcome and people were eating green pancakes and drinking beer on rooftops. It was like Queensday. Green Queensday. People seemed to have found some Irish heritage, or simply genuinely loved Ireland.
Kingston has never been so quiet as on Monday. Lecture halls were empty. Professors knew it was hopeless. It snowed again. It was hard to imagine that only one day earlier, the streets were full of partying people. The only thing that reminded us of St. Patty’s, were the red cups that were laying around on the streets, and some glittery green hats and necklaces.
And the four(big mistake)-leaved shamrock on my hand, with waterproof marker, that I still haven’t managed to get off.
Name: Floortje Rawee (21)
Study: second-year UCM-student
Goes to: Queen's University in Kingston, Ontario, Canada
From: 3 January until the end of May