15 Mar 2014

Ireland by Cyrahc

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When we arrived at Dublin Airport we automatically knew this trip was going to be relaxing when we went through customs. That is... that there were virtually none. I may regret writing this when Ireland customs decides to read my journal, but they slightly glanced at our passports, stamped them, and in mere minutes we were on our way.

We quickly found the bus and hopped on. The driver was fairly difficult to understand (see very HEAVY Irish accent) so we moved ourselves to the front of the bus like it was the first day of elementary school. He asked everyone where they were headed and after a few tries we explained to him what our instructions on our airbnb reservation said. To this he exasperatedly shook his head at the confused looking Americans and said it wasn't on his route. Luckily he took pity on us and offered to drop us off anyway.

When we got off we headed down a sort of winding dirt path. After attempting one wrong neighborhood we made our first discovery about Ireland; there are no such thing as street signs. We eventually were lead to a park with a nice walking path around it. I found myself very thankfully I had brought Wesley along because my directional skills were failing me. He was able to figure out the street somehow and we guessed which house by looking at the few surrounding houses that had house numbers.

We met the airbnb host who showed us around the space which was nothing too exciting, but all we needed was a place to sleep anyway. I can say one thing for certain though. He most definitely never tested any of the directions he gave us.

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Once we made it to Dublin (about a 20-30 min. trip) the first thing on our agenda was grabbing a beer (it is Ireland after all). We found a random pub by the waterway and waited to meet up with our friend from the states, Chantelle. We were starving so we quickly moved onto the food portion of our evening.

We wandered through Temple Square which was packed with rambunctious (slightly drunk) people. We took note and kept searching for food. We didn't make it very far past Temple Bar before we found Quays Irish Restaurant.

I had a cider and really good fish and chips, Wesley had mussels and a beer. The food was pretty nice, but the place was kind of uptight so we didn't spend too much extra time lingering.

Unfortunately we were all so starving we didn't manage to get pictures of our food before we scarfed it down.

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We are tourists. That being said I hate tourists. However, for this one occasion I made an exception and decided to join the rest of the tourists from all over the world that came to Dublin to celebrate Saint Patrick's Day.

Temple Square (since there was no chance in getting into the overflowing bar anyway) was an obvious choice. The square right outside the bar was essentially one giant party with live music, people screaming, and lots and lots of beer. We felt really out of place because we didn't have any green on so we ran to one of the tourist shops and bought a few things, grabbed a few drinks at a shop and joined the party.

So much fun...

Had a blast, but could barely keep my eyes open because of the jet lag I had due to my inability to take my eyes off the screen from Frozen on the airplane. We called it an early night and left @JaciClair to enjoy the rest of the night for us and headed back on the train, which was yet another time I was glad I keep Wesley around because I fell asleep and would have missed our stop.