We flew out of Houston on a Sunday night.  Fourteen hours later, on Monday afternoon, we arrived in Dublin.  Exhausted, but happy to be there, we checked into our hotel.  After freshening up (not easy after being awake for almost 24 hours), we headed for the nearest pub.  Fortunately, it was only an elevator ride away.  We spent the rest of the day in the hotel lobby at a table near the window — eating, drinking, people-watching, browsing through brochures and trying to stay awake. The highlight of our evening?  Ordering Bailey’s coffees, one of our favorite drinks, in Ireland!

The next morning, refreshed and ready to explore the city, we started our Dublin adventure with a trip to the local Starbucks.  It was only a few steps from the hotel and looked exactly the same as in the U.S.  The only difference?  Paula had to skip her usual Cinnamon Dolce Latte (they’d never heard of it) and settle for a Caramel Machiatto instead.  She didn’t care.  “It’s all good.  We’re in Ireland,” she said.

A short time later, we stopped at the tourist office and bought a hop on/hop off bus ticket.  The double-decker bus was full of tourists, which was obvious from all the foreign accents we heard — mainly English (American and British) and German. Everywhere we looked, there were reminders of home — McDonald’s, Pizza Hut, Subway, Burger King, KFC and Papa John’s — which although comforting also seemed a bit strange.

It didn’t take long for us to notice how friendly the Irish people were.  A prime example was our bus driver, John, who spent thirty minutes pointing out sites and telling jokes like the following:

A chicken goes into a library, walks up to the desk and says to the librarian, in a typical chicken voice, “Book (bock), book, book, book, book.”  The librarian looks at him for a moment, puts a book under the chicken’s wing and he walks out. Ten minutes later, the chicken comes back, returns the book and says, “Book, book, book, book, book.”  She places another book under his wing, and he leaves again. Five minutes pass, the chicken returns with the second book and says, “Book, book, book, book, book.”  The librarian gives him another book and follows him outside, curious as to what’s going on.  She watches the chicken walk into the park and sit down under a tree next to a waiting frog.  The chicken hands the book to the frog, who opens it, looks at a few pages and hands it back to the chicken, saying, “Read it, read it, read it.”

We spent the first three days of our trip to Ireland in Dublin.  During that time, we visited the Guiness Brewery …

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Pouring us a couple of pints.

… Trinity College, the oldest university in the country, and the old Kilmainham Gaol (jail), which housed political prisoners during Ireland’s fight for independence.

Kilmainham Gaol

We ate an amazing dinner at The Church, a restaurant and bar located in a beautiful 18th century building which was the former St. Mary’s Church of Ireland.  We also shopped, walked along the River Liffey and spent our evenings relaxing at the historic Oval Pub and listening to Irish music at the hotel bar, where we were entertained by fiddlers and river dancers.

River Dancers!

Although we enjoyed our stay in Dublin, it was time to see the rest of the country. Tomorrow, we’ll pick up our rental car and drive (on the wrong side of the road) to Cork.  Let’s hope we don’t make the evening news — American women cause thirty car pile up!