…We were in
Ireland, but the adventure hadn’t ended.
We stepped
off the plane, elated that we had made it so far. Since the flight was short,
no one had rested much, and there was a general feeling of tired-ness in our
group. Inside the airport, we all decided the wisest move would be to sleep.
So, we found a nice corner of the baggage claim floor to call ours, and I’m
pretty sure I started dreaming two minutes after I put my head on my backpack. We
weren’t allowed to stay in our spot for long, though, because a security guard
came through and told us “Excuse me… but you aren’t allowed to sleep here.” We
got up and apologized, but were all refreshed from the twenty-minute nap. The
next order of the day was to find the hostel! Katie had checked Google Maps,
and we were about an hour and a half walk from downtown Dublin, so we had
decided before hand to walk to the hostel so that we could see more of the city.
Although we had written directions to get there, we had no map, and at 8:30am
after a night of very little rest and much stress, none of us were thinking
very clearly. However, we set off from the airport full of confidence in our
abilities to find Dublin. After all, how could we miss it?
We walked
alongside the road, enjoying the scenery and appreciating the fact that it wasn’t
raining. After walking for nearly an hour, we discovered that we were in a
small town called Swords, so we found a place to get breakfast and then
explored. We walked around the ruin of an old castle and a park, enjoyed the
different architecture, and the Saturday-morning-friendliness.
After walking
around Swords for two hours, we came to the realization that we had walked in
the completely wrong direction from the airport to get to Dublin, and we were
now two and a half hours away from our hostel. Taking a bus was quickly decided
on as the best route at this point, and we all loaded up, ready for the hostel
and warmth and sleep. Apparently, all of us were a little too ready for sleep,
and all fell asleep on the bus ride into Dublin. It’s a good thing our stop was
the end of the line. After a much needed nap at the hostel, we went to dinner
at a pub called O’Neills. Hot food and good conversation are the greatest way
to unwind from the scheduled-ness of college.
The next day
began with several hours of uninterrupted journaling time, which is the other
greatest way to unwind when your mind is quite full. Without actually
discussing it, the five of us had agreed that this trip was meant to be one
where we avoided locking ourselves into any “activities” and where any adventure
that presented itself could be pursued. We spent nearly all of Sunday walking
around the city of Dublin. We saw street performers and a covered market, had lunch in a cozy cafe away from the main streets, and I took pictures mainly of doors. Ireland has such fun colored doors!
Lunchtime was full of good conversation and good food. The best way to describe it that I can think of is "And a good time was had by all", which I'm sure must be a quote from something...but I can't remember what at the moment.
Coffee is a serious matter after walking in the cold. At least, according to Ryan.
However, Austin was not in any way changed from his normal self.
Some of my favorites of the places we saw were
Trinity College, St. Stephen’s Green, and the view down the River Liffey in the
center of Dublin city.
What window is complete without rubber ducks?
The five of us! From left to right: Katie, Sonya, Ryan, Austin, and Aaron
St. Stephen's Green was completely lovely
The River Liffey, running through Dublin
All in all, a
most lovely and relaxing day.
There’s
nothing like walking around a city for getting a feel of its life and vibe. More
and more, I’m coming to the conclusion that I would love to always live in a
city where my primary mode of travel is walking. You have so much more time to
see and smell and listen to the sounds of people talking and living around you.
Walking around Dublin was a good balance to the studying at Oxford, because
walking around a new city reminded me again of how much there is to see and to
know in people and culture as well as in all of Oxford's wonderful libraries.