Life in Dublin Is Always an Adventure

.......It´s raining Guinness in Ireland. The drunks love it. Seriously though, to much rain. Today we left the flat and took the bus to the city center to go see what we could find to do. We went to Trinity College and even at night it is breathtaking. To actually attend school at such a historic place, would be incredible. I plan to go back soon and if we can get our hands on a working camera, will take photos as well. In the last post, I mentioned the movie P.S. I love you, well we saw the film yesterday. The book was so much better! Always is, shouldn´t have been surprised. Anyway in the book they mention Bewley´s Cafe and sitting at a table on the second floor watching people shop on Grafton Street, well I can now say I have done the same thing. It was really amazing, we went there and from the street we saw a couple getting their coats at a table by the window we literally ran through the doors and up the steps. We met the hostess and she asked, "Is this table by the window alright?" Couldn´t have been more perfect. We watched everyone with their umbrellas walking about, shopping and talking. I ordered the most perfect Hot Chocolate and a decadent slice of warm apple pie. Joan had a Caramel Macchiato and a Chocolate Croissant. We even hit upon a few serious topics...if you catch my drift.

After that we went shopping on Grafton St. in search of a coat for myself. No luck once again. I really have this vision of a caramel colored leather coat in my mind and nothing else is acceptable. I must find that coat! Maybe tomorrow.

We ended up going to this old whiskey distillery turned pub. It was amazing. Three stories, mosaics on the wall and a copper spiral staircase to the top. Dark Mahogany furniture was the decor with booths and unique art. Dublin was dying down early because of the rain that continuously fell from the sky.

We decided dinner at home was a bore so we tried Eddie Rockets, the European equivalent to Johnny Rockets, where I had worked in high school. The decor was the same, the music, the uniforms but unfortunately not the food. The only glorious thing about my dinner was the Kit Kat Sundae at the end. We took the bus back home and while it dropped us close to his flat we still walked ten minutes to his complex. Imagine this.

Joan, with his rain coat and black umbrella (very tiny) in front and me, with my new leather boots I bought in Spain, brown tights, very form fitting maroon sweater dress and my white coat with my (very tiny) black umbrella behind. We jump over puddles, dodge speeding cars and their splashes of dirty rain water and cling to side walls to get out of the rain. I am so close to his home when a taxi speeds past us and splashes me. Luckily, wasn´t that bad but my poor white coat should be dry cleaned soon.

It hits me now that if I weren´t staying, I´d be leaving tomorrow morning at 10:00 a.m. It is a very weird feeling that I´ll be missing my flight and staying in Europe. I know now that it is the right choice, someone very wise told me that nothing worth doing is ever easy. She couldn´t be more right.

In the meantime, I must go help Joan study. Right now he is on his bed, singing along to the U2 music playing and deciding what to eat next. I love him so much.

I´ll update again soon! Hopefully with pictures.

Enjoy the states for me

C.M.