Dublin's Fair City

So... I made it. I am safely in the hotel despite my mothers numerous attempts to kill me (which she cleverly described as "sight seeing" and "driving").

Note to readers: driving a stick shift when you haven't driven one in years does not become easier when concentrating on driving on a different side of the road and navigating in a strange city. Quite the opposite in fact.

I developed a case of car sickness heighten by a severe paranoia of on coming traffic.
Example A:
The Dubliners I have met so far were extremely kind and helpful, especially since one had to say to us " You know you are driving on the train tracks there, don't ya?". We, in fact, did not know this, as my mom was just trying to find something ( I wasn't quite sure what since every person she asked she seemed to be looking for something else) and I kept closing my eyes and praying that today would not be the day I died. But I digress...

Dublin is extremely overwhelming... but that could be the driving bit which I NEVER want to do again and my mom seems to think we will be doing tomorrow... negative ghost rider...the pattern is full.

I enjoyed some AWESOME Irish Soda Bread and a doughnut (Note to Taylor: SO much flippin' better here) and now am enjoying some Irish Breakfast tea (served with two sugars and milk... crazy Irish people). Mom is resting... I guess a 6 hour plane ride followed by at least 5 counts of attempted homicide can really take it out of you.

Amanda gets in in about 2 hours... I am hoping we just eat dinner and go to sleep because I am a zombie... but knowing Amanda she is going to want to go to a Pub.

Fun Fact: There are no pubs in Dublin.



2nd Fun Fact: The above fact is a lie.

My wit is slowly failing me. OH! When I got off the plane, not even having been in the country 5 minutes, I got yelled at for walking somewhere I wasn't supposed too. It was all " Welcome to Ireland... STAY IN THE BLOODY WHITE LINED AREA!" Also, I saw a leprechaun. Seriously. He was disguised as a normal person but he was a leprechaun. His human disguise was quite clever though. He was at least 6 foot and didn't really look like a leprechaun at all BUT he had some mad pointy ears, so I knew. I should have grabbed him by his beard and gotten his gold but since I had already gotten yelled at I figured adding "assault" to my indiscretions would not be a good start. On a completely unrelated note... the people outside my hotel room right now are speaking Gaelic. Just as normal as you please. Wicked.
Oh and this is my jet lag face:
And this made me think of home:

OK... that's all for now!