Dublin is Intoxicating

My European vacation started when my aunt dropped me off at the small regional airport in town. Since I am moving to Spain I packed three bags, one enourmous one and two big ones. So picture a 5 ft 3 inch girl, pulling three suitcases (or trying to) down a long que to check her bags. It was quite a sight as the man behind me put it, "it´s making the time fly by" as he did not bother to help me. Nice, yeah? The good thing was, I was upgraded to business class, bad thing that happened was that the man sitting next to me spilled his coke on my seat. When I arrived to Chicago, O Hare was a mess and literally, it took me 25 minutes to get from terminal a to terminal b....the seven hour flight to dublin wasn´t terrible, I had an aisle seat and no one sat next to me, so it was good. I couldn´t sleep so the hours dragged on....

The funniest part of the whole experience was landing in dublin and getting my luggage. (did you read paragraph 1) Imagine me again, surrounded my strangers not understanding where to go, nervous to greet Joan and wondering how I was going to get my bags from point a to point b. I get a trolly and strenuously lugged my bags onto the trolley. The best part of this is me trying to navigate the trolly to the exit to get outside. I am pushing this wondering why a) everyone is staring at me b) why in the hell is the trolly so heavy? I soon found this out, about 10 meters later when a kind woman said, "oh hun, you have to push down the latch to release the wheels!"
enough said.

Dublin was great, I slept for hours after arriving to Joans flat and afterwards we went to The Hardrock Cafe and I had a delicious Mai Tai. We walked around Grafton Street, went to the St.Stephen Greens Mall and browsed the shops. I rode a double decker bus for the first time, learned all about €uros and tried a Guinness.

The next night, we went out with Joans flatmate from Hungary. He was a good time, we met by the spire, went to the christmas market and went to dinner at this great place called The Porterhouse, I had my other favorite, a Harvey Wallbanger. We wanted to go pub to pub and we made it a few meters to The Czeck Inn. There were some "european bitches" as my friend Heather puts them. We continued to drink...I had a vodka red, whatever that is...tasted like medicine but gosh did I begin to get sloshed. We made our way TurksHead, I had a kamikazee and a baby guiness shot. After that, we went to another pub...the name escapes me now (it escaped me then too) and after that we went back to The Czeck Inn again to meet some colleagues of his and a few of them....all of them were pretty wasted. There is nothing like drunk irish men.

Next thing I know, we are at a Burger King in Dublin......and well, I cant add much more to that except I´m sure it was good.

Dublin is a very intoxicating city in more ways then one. I cannot wait to go back and grab a pint, you should too when you get the chance. I´ll be back in a couple weeks, next post:

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