Wednesday, June 6, 2007

Dublin: 6/6

I woke up this morning and without even getting up, without even sitting up, I could feel the fatigue in my legs. I was expecting misery when I stood up, but in fact it wasn't too bad. I was freaking out that it might be past when breakfast is served in the hostel (10 am) so I got up, but it's only 8 am, so I hopped on a rare open comp terminal to blog a lil bit.

Something I haven't mentioned yet is how late it stays light here. Last night we didn't even leave the hostel to walk around after dinner until 8:30 pm or so, and it looked like 4:30. At 10:30 or 11 it was near sunset and we went to a creperie for a coffee/sparkling water. They have freaking nutella/vanilla ice cream/pecan crepes, so I'm all over that as a treat today. They're about 4 Euro, so I need to not eat them too much, cuz I'm trying to be, you know, frugal and shit.

There are so many Americans here that you could choke a small donkey. I'm none too thrilled, but I guess I should have expected it. I'm hoping that perhaps in the non-English-speaking countries there will be fewer, or at least less annoying, Americans.

The weather is supposed to stay nice until Saturday, which is GREAT. That'll give us just enough time before we leave Sunday night to start to hate Dublin and be desperate to get to sunny Barcelona!

More updates when the day is done.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Man... that time difference is going to be confusing! I haven't even gone to sleep yet from the night between 6/5 and 6/6... yet you are already up on 6/6! And it is just going to get worse as your trip goes on.

Sounds like you are having fun. Those crepes sound freaking amazing.

Adam said...

The Americans will be fewer in the east, but probably no less annoying. At any rate, thanks about a billion for your edits on my story. I'm trying to win a contest with it good for $1,000, publication, and a trophy in the 'youth' category (fuck you aspiring 15-year old Aussies, a lanky American bastard is cutting in!). If I do win, it'll be mainly due to your extraordinary talents and I'll owe you a cheesy bread or at least a glass of whiskey for your valiant efforts.

Say 'what up' to Hibernia for me (especially the Dingle peninsula!).

Elizabeth said...

Cheesy bread, please. Even though I went to the Jameson Distillery today, well, it still just isn't my favorite drink.