Foreign fun: Our last seven days in Ireland

It was easy to blog at night for each of the first five days of our recent Ireland trip.

But as we rolled into the first weekend and the second week it became more and more difficult, because wifi was harder to come by.

Each of the first seven days were spent in Dublin, but only the first five had a post for each day.

Now that we are back stateside, both returned to work and we’ve had some time to decompress, please allow me to tell you about the final week of our trip.

Bear with me, this will be quite a long post. But there will be tons of goodies (photos!) to go with it.

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Dublin, day five — Nightlife

Turns out, the chances of me cutting it in a foreign city are pretty high.

Friday was a more low-key day in terms of things we had, or wanted, to get done.

After Thursday, Chrissy and I needed to sleep in a bit, so we got a later start to the day. Lauri joined us and we bussed into the City Centre and headed toward the Jeanie Johnston, a replica of a three-master barque used during the Irish potato famine.

img_3039-1While the exhibit itself didn’t have a lot to it, but the 50-minutes story the tour guide told us sure was interesting.

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Dublin, day four — Lost in the city

Remember when I said it was going to get busier?!

Chrissy and I left the apartment at 7:45 a.m. local (2:45 a.m. EDT) with John to catch the bus and the Luas (Irish for speed), a light rail system throughout Dublin.

Our first stop of the day was going through Phoenix Park to the Dublin Zoo.

A few stats about Phoenix Park, which will make another appearance later in our trip:

  • It is the largest enclosed recreational spaces within any European capital city
  • The Dublin Zoo is located here
  • It is twice the size of Central Park in New York City

We only went to Phoenix Park to go to the zoo. and we arrived a few minutes before it opened at 9:30 a.m.

It was a blast.

Following a two-hour excursion around the zoo, we got lost (this will be a common theme today) while looking for a City Sightseeing Dublin bus, which was included as part of our Dublin Pass we had bought on Wednesday.

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Dublin, day three — The best pint

When Chrissy and I started planning this trip, there were five main things I wanted to do.

  • Cliffs of Moher
  • Guinness Brewery
  • Jameson Distillery
  • Irish Runner
  • Sporting event

One down, four to go.

That doesn’t mean I haven’t enjoyed everything we’ve done thus far — it’s all been an added bonus and I’ve loved every minute of being over here — I just had a few things I really needed to experience.

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Dublin, day two — Surprise fun

Sometimes things turn out to be more fun than they sound.

This morning we woke up a little earlier than the day before in an attempt to maximize our time in the city. But we still didn’t get there until about 11 a.m. local (6 a.m. EDT) anyway.

Chrissy, Lauri and I hopped on a bus nearby the apartment to take us to the City Centre. Not only was it Chrissy’s first time on a public transit bus, we sat in the upper level to add another first to her list.

(The first time I rode a public transit bus was in Houston in 2013 when I went to Minute Maid Park by myself on my day off to catch the Houston Astros play the Cleveland Indians.)

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Dublin, day one — Shopping

I’m pretty sure I’ve adjusted accordingly to the five-hour time difference, and last night’s sleep sure helped.

We got out of bed about 11 a.m. local (6 a.m. EDT) and Lauri made us breakfast — an egg, toast and a rasher (similar to bacon, but not bacon).

Today, along with Lauri, we meandered around Dublin. Let’s just say I’m glad I brought a good pair of walking shoes.

Since Lauri’s boyfriend John took their car to work, we hailed a cab — Joseph McGuinness was our driver — into the city proper.

While there we stopped for coffee (this will be a recurring theme) and grabbed a light snack.

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Rainy Reykjavík; Dublin debut

Life would be so much easier if I were able to sleep in planes and airports.

Chrissy and I embarked on our vacation late Friday night, early Saturday morning — what day is it even now?! — as we left the Cincinnati airport en route to Dublin, Ireland.

Our itinerary began a 12:50 a.m. with a 6-1/2-hour flight to Keflavik International Airport (KEF). The plane didn’t take off until nearly 2 a.m. EDT, first because of “baggage” issues and then “paperwork.”

Thankfully, the delay only took away from our 19-hour layover in Iceland rather than time at our destination.

I cannot, for the life of me, sleep on airplanes despite taking melatonin to help. Chrissy, on the other hand, was able to catch some Zs. Not many, but more than me.

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