Since I'm bad at remembering back to things that have happened over vacations, I decided to just type up my notes from our Dublin trip (as you can see, they are very incomplete):
Day 1 - Joanna pops foot blister in airport using pen and Chapstick while waiting for plane.
Joanna and I take bus to city center (14€) to learn our hotel is not in city center. Take cab ride from nice but scary black man who doesn't know where our hotel actually is but finds it somehow (34€) even though hotel receptionist doesn't answer phone. TV in hotel doesn't work. Joanna and I establish Ireland is Leprochan conspiracy. Also - threw up at Girona airport and we are starving at this point but there are no vending machines in our hotel (a Comfort Inn, interestingly enough).
Day 2 - Museum of Ireland, gardens, McCafé, BAGELS (a delicacy not offered in Spain), and Temple Bar where we met Sebastiano (a German DHL engineer) and John Wayne (a drunk Irish man who told us about his time in Boston - which mostly consisted of him having a bad haircut and buying lots of drugs).
Day 3 - Rain/Paradise Hotel/Tommy Boy/Guinness
Day 4 - Stag's Head, Fish n Chips. One night we took the bus too far. The driver drove us back to our hotel.
Day 5 - Joanna and I get stuck waiting for parade behind Illinois folk who use charming catchphrases like: "Look at that Dutchish façade."
Overall, Dublin was fun and the people are wonderful. It's basically a cheaper, more friendly version of England.
1 comment:
haha i was like hey paradise hotel isn't on there... and then it was. that's sad. you forgot baths.. i think.
ps. yeah if people want a story about sebastiano and john wayne- they can read mine.
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