What I did in Dublin, Ireland.
With nine days in Dublin, I managed to do very few touristy things. I could just say I was busy with the conference, but, really, most of my free time was spent being a hungover mess.
Mind you, I was having fun, visiting pubs, talking to bloggers and Irishmen over pints. And, really, that’s what travel is all about sometimes.
Yeah. Let’s go with that.
On my last day, before heading to Galway, I managed to sneak in a stop to see the Book of Kells at Trinity College. Which was a book. A lovely old book, mind you, but for the €9 entrance fee I sure did stare a long time to try to get my money’s worth. The exit, afterwards, that took us through the Long Room, a library filled to the brim with volumes of old books and statues, was nice though. Beautiful.
And, after two drunk and/or hungover failed attempts at going, I made it to the National Leprechaun Museum with Amanda. Where we got to sit on giant chairs and walk through a rainbow to find the pot of gold. Where I heard stories of fairies and learned from the folklore that I was, obviously, switched with one at birth (though I’m a rare case, because they usually only do that with boys).
At the end of my time in Ireland, before flying to England, I returned to Dublin for two more days. I managed to see an impressive amount in that time: 6 more museums (everything from Natural History to the National Gallery to photography galleries), a couple of churches, and a couple of parks. All of which were free.
Which, I suppose, just goes to show you that I can see an amazing amount in a city if I have neither a laptop (more on that later…) nor a hangover…