The TSA had to “pat” me down twice, once at
National and once in Boston because we had to switch terminals after in Boston.
The way they “frisk” you these days there is no need to scratch your testicles.
The flight from Boston to Dublin wasn’t too bad except that the passenger in
front of me had his seat reclined enough that I could count the hair in his
scalp. That caused me to be a contortionist in order to exit my seat to walk
around or go to the restroom.
Everyone,
except me, packed for wet cool weather. It is 72 and sunny so I’m glad that I
opted for layering and packed mostly what I wear at home except that I packed
no shorts.
We rented a
9 passenger van that is as big as a tour bus. Jason is driving and doing an
exceptional job of it. I can’t get used to driving on the other (wrong) side of
the road. There is also a really strong possibility of me becoming Irish road
kill because I forget to look to the right first before crossing the street.
We are
staying at a hotel called the Beresford. Room one had 5 million stairs to get
there. After Katy lugged most of our luggage down there, and after much consultation,
it was decided that I couldn’t negotiate the steps as often as I would need to
do so. Katy said it would be best if Babs and I took their room. Jason came and
moved our luggage and we all left for a walk and breakfast.
After breakfast, we
decided to buy a two day pass for the Dublin sightseeing bus and just ride the
entire route to decide what we will stop and see tomorrow.
At this
point, no one had really been in our rooms for any length of time. Turns out
that the room we got from Katy had problems she didn’t know about. The room’s
air conditioning didn’t work and both the warm and cold faucets in the room only
produced scalding hot water. The only advantage of that was that if you sat on
the toilet and flushed, you’d get a butt facial. We relocated.
Everything
in this room works except for the air conditioning. However, I’m not reporting
it until tomorrow because with all of our other experiences, I also learned
that there are no maintenance people here on Sunday.
We all were
ready for dinner. We had a little way to walk and we had to take it slow
because I somehow “lost” my adjustable hiking stick in a bar somewhere. All the
pubs were rocking because Dublin had won it’s Gaelic all Ireland Football Championship.
It is something akin to winning the Super Bowl. There
were THOUSANDS of “party hardy” people everywhere. We went into a pub for
dinner and the owner wouldn’t seat us “because we wouldn’t enjoy ourselves in
here with all the drunks”. He told us to go next door, which he also owned. The
place had good food and you could still hear the celebration in the adjacent
building. Babs and Katy took a peak on the way out of the restaurant. They said
that there was live music with a violin, flute, accordion, and guitar. She said
the scene resembled the part of the Titanic movie where the people in steerage
were dancing the “jig”.
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