Dublin

Here's what happened today. I made it to Dublin. (No Krista before you ask I did not meet a boy. Unless you count the guy on the bus trying to catch my eye.) This is a big deal because I have been trying to go forever. But I have been sleeping past the only bus that leaves early enough to get there within any reasonable amount of time to actually spend once there. (It takes 2 -3.5 hours to get there by bus. Train costs way more.)

 Anyway.
I didn't take pictures while I was there. I stole this one off the internet.

I went with virtually no idea where anything was. I did want to go to the Wax Museum, the National Gallery, shopping and a couple other things.

But I was really rushed this morning to actually make the bus. I stayed up late last night and into the morning finishing Eat Pray Love. Why did it take me so long to read this?


But I made this bus... the wrong one... but still I found right one pretty quickly once I had gone like thirty minutes in the wrong direction.


Then when I was in Dublin I figured I had made it there and if I didn't actually make it to things on my list I was still in the city and I could get lost and still find something awesome.

So I was started wandering. And praying that I would find something on my list. Then I realized how great it smelled. In fact a lot like the soap store I was looking for. A few blocks later I found it. Lush was in front of me. Say what you will, God led me to Lush with my nose.

Lush is an amazing hippy all natural store that I discovered in Orlando. I know it is lame to spend money on American things abroad. But I have never actually bought myself anything here. And I love, love this store.


Then I actually found the Wax Museum. Which was pretty lame. But I did it.


Then I saw a huge clump of tourists. I was like "What are they doing in the middle of the side walk?  We have to keep traffic moving people!!!

They were all paying homage to the sculpture of Molly Malone. This is one of those landmarks you "have" to see in Dublin. I have never seen it before. I was like "Cool, wondering where that was. Yeah I'll take my own picture in November or something. This is madness."So, be contended with another internet pic. Oh, I have no idea who Molly Malone actually was. I am trying to catch up on my Irish history but I'm not there yet.

Then I found the hostel The British Literary Pilgrimage had stayed at last time. I even went looking for the clothing store in the corner of the other store we had gone into last time, owned by an artist who kept finding articles for us in the middle of her packed shelves or under her counter or in her back "room (area)". But it was closed.

Then I was thinking of going home when guess what?! I found the other Lush store in Dublin. I went to two different branches of the same store. But I actually needed the supplies I bought both times for THE TRIP (foreshadowing in my blog, you have been warned).

Then I decided I had to get back.

I got lost. I had been lost most of the day. But this was lost.

Finally I found my way back. Again, lots of prayers.

Turned out I was somehow on the wrong side of the river heading in the opposite direction of where I was supposed to go. I'm dyslexic. It could have been way worse.


So there you go. Soap, sights, getting lost.