6/7: Dublin!

Today we woke up just in time for our free breakfast, which all the Americans hate because it's toast and jam and orange juice, basically. I actually like it, which is weird since I usually hate jam altogether. Then we went to St Stephen's Green for a few hours, hung out on a bench in the middle and journaled/basked in the sun like lizards. Then we went and grabbed chorizo, bread loaf, and cheese and ate in St Stephen's Green accompanied by the concert. Then we walked to what was supposed to be the surrender point in the 1916 rebellion, but turned out to be a plaque about said uprising on the side of the 'Oldest Bar in Dublin.' It was really far, past the Spire and such, and we saw a place that serves 'jugs' which are I believe pitchers in Ire-speak, of cocktails and beer. We walked back to the hostel, then hung around, ate dinner, then walked back out to find a coffee place to wait for it to get dark. Unfortunately, it's 10pm and still not dark, more dusk-ish, and we walked so far in our quest for coffee shops that we ended up by the jugs place and just decided on a jug of cocktails. Our jug apparently was the virgin cug or something because neither of us felt ANYTHING after drinking the whole thing. Walked back, tried to take the pictures we wanted but were thwarted by this damned late light thing, so we're back in the hostel hanging out till dark.

I was thinking about the fact that I'm not carrying a purse here at all, or much of anything, really, not around town. I wonder if I'll welcome the return to a purse in 3 months, or if I won't be able to stand them anymore. I rather think that I won't be able to stand them. Ok well, time's up on the hostel comp, so off I go!