Dublin

In classic Alexandra style, I took the opportunity of cheaper flights (on my way to Italy) with a layover in a country I’d never been before, spending a 9-hour layover in Dublin.  The city felt quaint and friendly.  It looked like how I see London suburbs represented on British sitcoms.

I toured Trinity College, during which I recalled avoiding tourists while a student on Yale’s campus.  I saw the famous Book of Kell.  I tried to bring myself to drink Guinness (my taxi driver recommended a half pint with black corn syrup, saying Irish doctors used to recommend pregnant women drink once a week to increase iron during pregnancy) but still couldn’t drink beer.  I popped in St. Patrick’s cathedral.  I did not see a single living three-leaf or four-leaf clover but did see several living redheads.  I ate an Irish meal which tasted just like an American meal but the waiter said “thanks a million.”  I read my Kindle in a bunch of different parks while Irish kids played football around my feet.  I walked 20,000 steps, including over the Ha'penny Bridge.