Made it to Ireland! We landed at around 11:30, maybe 12 (Which is 6:30-7AM in Atlanta). Got an extra few hours of sleep. Probably total sleeping time was around 4 or 5 hours.

Made it through customs, got my luggage, got some Euros, got a bagel and locks, cursed myself because I ALWAYS pack so much, then went to the bus stop. (Note: No where in there did I say I picked up a map, or asked for directions…. Might’ve made sense) Waited for about an hour for the 16a bus. It eventually came. By then my hands were frozen – mom, there’s something I forgot to pack, mittens!

Then the bus ride…. Oh my word. It took forever. Everyone on the bus from the airport was confused about where they were and where they were going. On top of that, people here are pretty fearless. They drive crazily and walk crazily! (But since they all do it, it is normal to them I guess) The good thing about Ireland though is that (on some streets) everything on a street is named after that street, so you have the Camden Pharmacy, and the Camden Bookstore, and the Camden Hotel Camden Clothes, etc, which means you’re probably on Camden Street. The bad thing about Ireland is that there are no street signs, so the streets with nothing happening, there is no telling where you are.

Here's proof that I am in fact in Ireland

Anyways. I got off the bus once I started seeing things with “Camden” in the name and found the hostel I had booked. Success. Even got upgraded (from a 16 person co-ed dormitory, to a 4 person female only room – which, so far, I’m the only person in). Once I put my stuff down I walked out the front door, and turned left. I walked a lot. Saw a lot. It’s a curious place.

I stopped in a cathedral (actually two, but only of them was free.)

Then, I did go on a tour of the Dublin Castle. That was pretty bad ass. It was rebuilt at some point because it caught fire at some previous point. Blah blah blah. I am not a history major – feel free to Wikipedia it. There was a lot of pretty stuff to look at.
Oh- here’s a story for you mom, you’ll like this. So the original thrown was too tall for Miss Lady Queen (once again, not a history major). So instead of buying her a new thrown, they simply cut off the lion’s claw feet at the bottom. This way she could get up into it! (Totally ruins the look of the chair though, sorry the picture is blurry, I was being rushed by some French guy)

The tour lasted about an hour, so when I got out it was almost 5. This meant most all of the touristy things were closed/closing for the day. So, I just wandered. Spent a good hour playing tourist, snapping pictures, and watching people. Then I got totally lost – but no need to fear, I found a number 16a bus stop!

In other news. Greta just called from London. Something is wrong with her Visa, and it made her miss her flight. So, she won't be here until late tonight… or maybe not at all. We shall see! No worries though, it will all work out.

As for me, its about 7:15. I think I’m going to go downstairs and mingle with other people staying here tonight, and go to bed early. Just takin’ it easy. I’m EXHAUSTED!!! I leave you with a few more pictures and a whole lot of love!

I'm pretty sure this sign says, "We're so glad you're here Janet"