Dublin

24 April, Easter Sunday 8:35am

Happy Easter to all!

I got up a little too early today…service starts at 9am. Think I’m anxious to step inside?? You betcha, but not out of fear — it’s been four weeks since I’ve been able to sit down in a formal setting in a church — it will feel good!

The town is so quiet — except for the occasional bus (fewer today) — and it appears that street traffic down into the center of O’Connell Street is being diverted (from 5am-4pm) — construction of some sort, or some Easter celebration? I’ll find out later when I try to find a pick-up point for the hop on/of tour bus (usually I’d get on mid-O’Connell St…obviously, not today).

1:25pm.

Well, if I could read, then I’d have realized the 9am service was mid-way down O’Connell Street at the Spire…didn’t click for some reason (tired & info doesn’t filter through as well at that point)… But, it took two glances at the billboard, at 8:50am, before I realized I had a wee bit of a walk!! And the traffic blockade was for an Easter/City celebration of sorts — officials, military band & show of military forces. I had to get through the blockades to the center (literally) — thankfully, long before the activities began. Made it just as the service began.

Did one “spin” of the hop on/off tour bus — pressing my luck to get back to the Abbey Presbyterian Church for the 11am communion service, having to literally wade through people traffic to get there, practically running the whole way (uphill, mind you, with my short legs!) — dodging slower foot traffic and made it — completely out of breath…but knew I’d be able to sit & recover while enjoying the service — just as the minister finished up his opening prayer.

I’ve had my exercise for the day, thank you!

But, after the service, I then walked the whole length of O’Connell Street (once again) to get back to the tour bus — but at a much leisurely pace this time, stopping for post cards & a huge 2 liter bottle (what was I thinking??) of water. And waited for the tour bus (a live tour this time–last one was ‘canned’ audio of tour–this was much better!) to get under way. Definitely better — Oemin? (pronounced long a-men) was the tour guide and when we reached the statue of Molly Malone, he sang in a lovely voice, the whole song! A few facts I learned–Garda (their police) means guardian of peace, the Irish have an interesting way of pronouncing ‘film’ (we use it as once syllable, they turn it into two: fi-lem).

I only got off at the Jameson’s Old Distillery (my pilgrimage to there is simply because it’s Jameson — and they have lovely Butler’s chocolates with Jameson whiskey ^,^ ) where I bought bars for each of my brothers, daughter & myself and a tiny bottle of Irish whiskey to bring home. I was going to stop in the Temple Bar area, but after all my running, decided not to.

Oh, my. Why do I keep doing this to myself ^,^ I waited for the bus to pick me up to bring me as close as possible, but it seemed to take forever, so, thinking it wasn’t that far, I started to walk…oh my. Well, it was a whole lot further, and nearing 4:30 — wanted to get into the kitchen before it became a zoo…obviously, I didn’t make it by then. It was much closer to 5 when I drug myself into the hostel, collapsed in my room for about an hour or two & finally managed enough strength to go make dinner…chicken, zucchini, tomato & mushroom sauté with a side of yogurt and oj to drink. After cleaning, drying & putting away the dishes, I went back into my room and realized that there was only one person left — and she was from Australia & a delightfully quiet person ^,^ My two giggle boxes were gone, as was the one above me that spent the night grinding her teeth. Silence tonight. YAY!

25 April, 3pm

I was so tired last night, I felt foolish going to bed at 8:30pm, but did anyway. Slept most of the night through (woke once when the sun came up, but rolled back over) all the way to about 7:30 or so.

This has been an uneventful, quiet day. My Australian room mate left this morning & absolutely no body has come in. That can still change, though. I’ve done the “last chance” laundry, folded and tucked away in my bags, had the left-over chicken sauté for lunch and getting this last post done before I pack it up. I need to go down into the kitchen either late tonight or early tomorrow & mark everything of mine in the kitchen (refrigerated/non-refrigerated items) as “free” so they won’t go to waste. I will use a couple of the eggs for breakfast, but the rest stays — hard to make purchases at the mini-marts because everything is prepackaged, so for one person, I end up getting enough to last me forever! Such a waste.

Tomorrow I start my 2nd to last leg:  Dublin -> Limerick -> Shannon by train & bus. Then an overnight stay in a hotel & my final leg is on Wednesday 27th, from Shannon Airport to NY to SFO. I have had such a lovely time, and if I have not said in the past, traveling alone can be great fun! I’ve met so many people, from all backgrounds, from many countries. Hosteling is great for this kind of travel. In hotels and B&B’s, you are more isolated. In the hostels, the vast variety of nationalities are really “in your face” — no getting away from it (I’d never dream of trying!)

But, that said, I know I would have enjoyed it even more if I had a traveling companion — be it a friend or my daughter. I am a people person and love to share. To not have someone I can share the experience with has been hard — so, I hope you don’t mind all my ramblings, as I have been able to share my experiences (at least in part!) with you!

So, tomorrow — we’ll see what that holds…hopefully NOTHING like my daughter’s 24-hr travel experience…straightforward would be nice ^.^

Slainté!