The Glen Guesthouse
Travel Blogs from Dublin
... and I wanted to be sure we knew exactly where to go. Then we
did a little bit of shopping - I picked up a power converter, since the
European one I had brought doesn’t fit the Ireland/UK outlets and Sandy
got some pretty paintings from a street vendor. We also found a 24-hour
convenience store. Our tour tomorrow was very early in the morning,
too early to get breakfast. But we could stop by ...
... had a nightclub downstairs. What we didn't realise was that this was an old building with no sound proofing. It was after 12am and we were pretty knackered as we had come straight from work so were looking forward to getting into bed. Got into the room and it felt like the party was right there with us whooohooo. We tried our best to sleep and thankfully it only went until 4.30am before they stopped the music.
We got up filled up on our breaky a ...
... seat, not left. Fortunately out Tom Tom lady had no problems with driving on the left and correctly navigated the correct way around the roundabouts - I thank my team for this very useful retirement gift - this week she has managed Dutch and I am sure she will be fluent in Flemish and French as we progress south this week.
We headed off the Wexford in the SW of Ireland, leaving on the motorway with reasonable traffic levels and moving down through the several ...
... bus ride was over I was a happy Angel!
Until our teacher made us get lost...yet again. She has a habit of getting us lost when she is using her GPS. Somehow it is never right!
We walked around the block where the bus station was and ended up back at the bus station...she has no idea what she's doing. Then a few of us from our group left the rest to go find our hotel. We then proceeded to get lost again! So we (as smart Americans) asked for directions! We got to our ...
the heart of Dublin, where most tourists go. I know, I'm a "traveler"
and not a "tourist," but I wanted to see the most I could see in a
relatively short period. It was worth it as I saw the Church of St. Anne, a few
other beautiful sights, and stopped in a very Irish-looking restaurant and had
Irish stew for the first time. It was strikingly similar to the beef stew Mom
cooks, but with lamb instead of beef. Otherwise, ...