Jeers
-It's FREAKIN cold. I'm tired of it. Done with the cold. Seriously. A scarf only goes so far.
-No street signs. Anywhere. Sometimes there is a plaque on the side of a building with the street name, sometimes not. And they're never in the same place.
-The streets may/may not be in a straight line, making it harder to keep a sense of direction.
-The whole 'driving on the left' thing. I've almost been hit several times in a crosswalk.
-Pedestrians do not have the right of way. Already seen a girl get hit by a bicyclist. A bicyclist.
Cheers
-Everyone's pretty helpful. Real helpful in fact. Strangers will come up and ask if I need help finding something.
-My hosts are really cool and feed me and show me around town.
-Different food and drink taste real good.
-Buses and trains are real handy and dependable.
-Girls are interested in Americans.
Ok, not the end of the world, but seriously, where are the street signs?
Ok - Ireland!
Don't come to Ireland in the Spring. Just don't. You think Chicago is windy? Try Dublin. It's not neccessary the coldest place I've been, but it chills you to the bone. You just can't get warm, really. So that's why people go into the pub. There's something in there that warms you up...what could it be?
So when it's miserable outside, you stay inside and mess around with settings on your camera.
My host has done the Free Hugs thing. Check it out!
I feel this way sometimes.
A very touristy bar in a very touristy part of Dublin. We went here later and it was all drunk travelers singing along to American music, shouting, and smoking. Boo. Why is it that some people come all the way to the other side of the world, just to go do something they can do at home? Being in there didn't feel like Ireland at all.
This is a famous statue here....hard to tell why....they call her "The Tart with the Cart".
The Guinness Brewery was pretty freakin great. It was shaped like a huge pint glass. I wished Sean McCleish was with me.,
Try not to cry. I know, it's beautiful.
This was right before the wrestling match. That small girl won.
Tonight we're gonna go out to a pub for some "craick". That's what Irelanders use to refer to "great conversation and atmosphere".
7 comments:
cold?=my butt.
guinness=lake sediment
small pubs=a-freakin-mazing(like the one we went to in frisco!)
you=more sexy than a moose wearing a bikini and drinking an apple drop under a rainbow colored umbrella.
ireland would be sweet man, i hear they have good surfing! maybe a little cold but eh.
do you start hearing your american accent when your around so many people for such a long time that have what we call "accents"? ok i'm messin.
but seriously, do you?
Bro! You're a Rock-Star! I'm following you every step of the way, and just a note, your tone changed quite a bit in this one... get some rest, eh.
Love you B.
Poor thing...I totally know what you mean about the lack of street signs. I had the same problem when I was in the UK. I wandered around and around the neighborhood before I could find my hostel and I'm pretty good with directions. However, the people there really are super nice and helpful, so try to make the most out of their kindness. Just hang in there and LOOK RIGHT when you step off the curb...I want you to come home in one piece! XOXOXO!
~Vanessa
maybe the streets wouldn't be so crazy if you weren't on so much absinthe.
probably because she's got such huge... baskets.
come on, man, amsterdam can't be that fun. it's been four days...
Brian! I'm so excited to read your blog. Seems like you're having a great time, even if it does get a bit lonely. Can't wait to read more! Be safe on your travels.
xo
Carla
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