Dublin

Monday morning I got up at 5 to make the city bus, then metro, then train, then coach, then plane, then bus to my hostel right in the heart of Dublin. I arrived in the late afternoon and, after checking into my hostel and running down to the tourist information office to grab a city map, I made myself some tea and read in the garden before finally allowing myself to go to bed around 8. I was exhausted. The trip went smoothly but took a long time. Actually, all of my traveling around lately has been going really smoothly. More smoothly, actually, than any of the other traveling I've done, I think. Or at least as smoothly. I've found everything, made all of my connections, felt perfectly safe. But do keep praying for me.

Tuesday morning I decided to take a hop-on, hop-off tour of the city and then somehow spent four hours in two rooms in the Dublin Writers Museum. In my defense, there was a lot to read and I, shamefully, knew very little about Irish authors. That's only partially rectified now. I guess I have a few more books to add to my summer reading list. This morning I went to Trinity College and walked around town and saw some more sites, then hopped on a bus for Belfast.