This will probably be my last post for a while, because tonight is my last night in Dublin and from here on out, my ability to access the internet is questionable. I hope you can all survive my absence from your Readers (and/or emails). Is there a way to schedule reposts of old stuff I’ve published? Because that might be a fun way of ensuring that no one abandons me in my hour of need.
Anyway, I’ve had a whirlwind two days in Dublin.
I’ve been scoffed at and called a “TOURIST!” by a fat man with an American accent, which means that even Americans find Americans obnoxious in other countries. (I wrote that sentence to mean that I found him to be intolerable, and just realized that it works the opposite way as well. For what it’s worth, I was taking a picture of a church I had paid to tour, which is something I’m aware only a tourist does – however, I wasn’t doing anything overtly annoying or off-putting. That Pierce was a b.)
I’ve walked on or about five gajillion miles, around and around the City Centre. This walking was obviously entirely because I love to walk and not because I’m totally useless without Google Maps on my phone, okay?
I’ve seen taken a ton of terrible-quality photos with a seven-year-old digital camera I packed on a whim, back when I still thought I’d have my iPhone with me for photographs. I know. Right now you’re thinking I’m an idiot for using my iPhone as my primary camera. Ahaha, friends. You haven’t yet seen the pictures this shitty point-and-shoot takes. Are you ready for this?
The Long Room, adjacent to the Book of Kells:
Dublinia, Viking and Medieval Ireland museum:
Oh, how I wished I had my phone for this. This is a Viking outhouse, complete with audio of a man groaning and straining on the toilet. It would have been my first Vine video.
I saw Bog People at the National Museum of Ireland, Archaeology Museum and walked through St. Stephen’s Green, and peered through locked gates at Dublin Castle, which is closed through July for government meetings:
I found Viking ruins near Christchurch (and by that, I mean I followed some directions to see them, not that I discovered them. That distinction totally had to be made):
And I toured the National Wax Museum,
where I took the highest quality photo of the trip thus far:
I discovered that today was Pride in Dublin:
Most importantly, I got a wink and a smile and a “Pardon me, love” from a gorgeous Irish man who bumped into me on the street, which means I can pretty much just go home now, because my life is complete.
In all seriousness, I’ve had a great time and have seen a lot, but I’m finding I’m not a huge fan of traveling solo. Trust me, I am a person who loves being by myself, so it’s not that I can’t handle alone time. It’s just that in a city bustling with people doing things together, it’s odd and a little sad to not have at least one other person to share these experiences with. Luckily, tomorrow I’ll meet up with about twenty field-schoolers and be plenty busy with company for the next five weeks. And then my family comes to meet me! So I’ll be fine.
I just miss my people.
whiny baby 