Dublin

I don’t feel like a weekend was enough to visit Dublin; especially with the work that we were assigned to do while we were there. Granted, I could’ve worked on the assignment a bit more in London, but there is nothing to do about it now. The feel of Dublin is much different of London’s feel. London seems a bit more…glamorous, perhaps? I feel I cannot accurately compare the two, partially because while in London I was able to see so much more than I saw in the couple days in Dublin. I would love to visit Ireland again someday, and hopefully make it to the cliffs that I’ve heard so much about.

Saturday morning Sydney and I walked around in the morning in search of a cafe where we could work on our assignment before meeting back up with everyone else. Our hostel was pretty close to the central part of Dublin, although there weren’t as many cafes as I would’ve liked. I suppose that because Dublin is pretty north, outdoor areas for cafes aren’t as popular as London, and I’m sure as they will be in Paris. The one we decided upon was a cafe diner mixture; we both ordered coffee an took over a four person table. Around ten was when it started to get pretty busy. We both got a fair amount done by the time we packed up at 12:20.

We met up with most of our group outside and it was a little after one when we left to walk to the Guinness Store House/Brewery. What an experience! I feel much more knowledgable about Guinness, and about beer in general–of course, there is still more I’d like to know. The walkthrough felt similar to waiting in line for a roller-coaster, at least one in a major theme park, such as Universal Studios. The design of the tour space must have been fun to come up with. At the end, after we did the Guinness Tasting side-quest, we had a pint of Guinness on the top floor, the Gravity Bar. The room up there was glass 360, and so everywhere you looked you were greeted with a panoramic view of the city. It was pretty crowded up there, so after 10 minutes or so we retreated back downstairs to find the rest of our group. Joyce and I decided to share some sweets while we waited to regroup.

It was around 16:30 when we finally were out the door and on our way to the Temple Bar area in order to meet up with another girl in the group and to search for some dinner. Even with about 6 of our other friends not with us, we were still a pretty large group. We decided to split up in search for food with the intention of meeting up later on. Joyce, Ben, Jill and I walked around a while in order to find relatively cheaper food and we finally came across a pie shop, a savory pie shop. For 6 euros we were able to each get a very filling meal, in addition to a very large and very needed glass of water.

Afterwards we decided to walk more south in search of the Libskin building. On our way we also saw the memorial sculpture for the Potato Famine, which was a very haunting installation as well as the Calatrava bridge (one of two in Dublin, actually). The Calatrava bridge is suspended, at least that is what I think the type of bridge it is. It is also white and so it contrasts really nicely with the surroundings.

That evening was a pretty quiet one for me. Instead of heading out to the bars with some of the others I elected to stay in to read a bit and do some yoga. A small part of me wishes I would’ve instead gone out, but there is nothing I can do about it now. It was a nice break though to have some alone time, especially after a week of travel, tours and what not.

The first week in Europe was pretty exhausting, but I think I’m finally adjusting. I’m starting to wake up before my alarm clock–that’s my major clue right there. I’m excited, because this means I’ll be able to enjoy some quiet time in the morning soon.

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