Dublin Ireland

Lizz is currently sitting on a bench in a garden of Trinity College in Dublin Ireland…

One of the things I’ve noticed about international travel is that it’s very hard to keep track of time. I don’t just mean what time of day it is, but more what day of the week or even what month of the year. I have to think about how long I’ve already been over here. At times it seems like moths already. One of the girls I met was finishing travel for a month and she thought it was still may when it was already June 8.
My flight over was harrowing as any lengthy flight would be expected to be. I had a little girl behind me and two talkative teenagers next to me. They were from Houston Texas and on a graduating field trip. In fact my flight was full of highschoolers on field trips.
When I finally got into Dublin everything went smoothly until I tried to find my hostel. There are apparently no street signs in Europe. What I eventually realized is that the signs are just in a different location rather than entirely absent.
On my first night I met two really nice girls, both from Canada, who were staying in my room. We went out to the pub that night, as far as I can tell that’s all anyone does in Ireland. I had a pint of some irish cider and listened to an irish band. There were two girls doing irish dancing. It was all very irish.
On the very first night as we were going out to the pubs I walked past someone who looked familiar, and he looked at me like he recognized me. We both stopped and awkwardly stared at each other before we realized we both went to Truman. Apparently he’s doing an internship in Dublin for the summer. What is the likelihood I would come all the way to Ireland to see someone from Truman, on the first night.
The next day we went on a walking tour of Dublin. It was and amazing experience. The tour guide was passionate and an amazing public speaker. I was blown away. I now know more about the history of Ireland then I ever really wanted, but I enjoyed learning it all.
The real downside of this country is how damn cold it is. When I flew in the boys next to my told me we were going to visit ‘the cloud people’ which, after a few days here, is undoubtedly true. It is depressingly gray here all the time. The only bright side is that it hasn’t actually rained yet.
This afternoon I’m going to the Guinness storehouse. Which I know Jill will be jealous of.
I’m off to Galway tomorrow where I’ll be staying in the jankiest hotel ever. The reviews online are awful. It was the only one available and I’m chalking it up to experience. After that I fly to Prague.