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.
While the exhibit itself didn’t have a lot to it, but the 50-minutes story the tour guide told us sure was interesting.
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.
When Chrissy and I started planning this trip, there were five main things I wanted to do.
Cliffs of Moher
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.
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.)
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.