Doin' Dublin: Day 39

22 July Wednesday

 

Our last day, so obviously we go out with a bang.

Mack here, mom's in the shower and wanted me to write this 39th entry. (This is me in italics, out of the shower)

Today we woke up to ANOTHER Irish breakfast, two pieces of bacon, two sausage, one egg, a thousands pieces of toast, weak coffee, and too much butter, oh and blood pudding (my favorite...) Being the adventurous people we are we went ... ALL the WAY back up to our room where I fell asleep for another hour. I am sure my mother did something productive during this time, but I enjoyed my nap. I slept too, but don't tell Mackenzie)

We put some lipstick on and our stylish walking boots (which are pretty worn by now) (by that we mean they stink) and walked 3 miles into the heart of Dublin. First stop, Starbucks (is my american showing?). Typical, they did not have my venti-light-ice-coffee-2-pumps-cinammnon-2-pumps-vanilla-and-breve drink, so I settled for their version of iced coffee. While sitting in the Star of Bucks, we bought our Guiness tour tickets online, because they were 10% off, if purchased online.

Before I go any further, I am shamelessly going admit: I LOVE THE BACHELORETTE. It's my jam. I have no shame. Judge me. Whatever. (my mom does too even though she pretends she thinks it's horrible, please note it was also my father's favorite show... I guess it just runs in my genes.) (I only watch it because Jim liked it so much) Ma and I watched an episode last night, the one where they go to Dublin. We carefully watched everywhere they went, while getting our trashy reality tv show in.

Back on the streets of Dublin, we walk along looking at all the cute shops and odd people and crossed the bridge over the river. The same bridge all the contestants from the Bachelorette stood, obvi, mom snapped a photo of me. Also please note, my mother takes pictures of everything. (I do not!) I always am walking and will turn to talk to her and she is always a few feet behind me, taking a photo. Typical tourist. Just kidding, love you mom. (whatever)

At a quick stop to look at Dublin Castle we looked up my mother's maiden name, Cofiell and found, Cofell and Caufiell...those names are families from Cork and we looked up Breeden and found that it is actually an Irish name! Sorry Mack, you are more Irish than Scottish!

We walked another 3ish miles to the Guinness Storehouse. Toured the museum and learned how to taste Guinness and then finally got our FREE PINT. We walked up to the Gravity Bar and toasted to our last day overlooking the city of Dublin. We even got to put our faces in old Guinness advertisments. (The tour started out a little dull since we already learned about brewing from Todd from #Redlegbrewing, but it got better with each floor we climbed.)

We also shared a delicious beef and Guinness pie, with mash-potatoes. Our new diet of potatoes is going great since we got to Ireland.

Also please note, the bachelorette also went here to the Guinness storehouse. (not that I care)

Walked another thousand miles to Saint Patrick's Cathedral, (also on the bachelorette, where they made out in the church! disgusting, we prayed over it, don't worry). Oh but I forgot to mention, we only made it to the doors of the church because they charge you to go into the CHURCH...6 Euros! I don't think Jesus would be very happy with this, and I totally agree. Can I hear an Amen?

Wandering the streets of Dublin, we came to the expensive shopping strip. But along the way we took a wee wee in the Radisson Blue (where they stayed in the bacholrette, WHY DO I KNOW THIS)? Jim always said to use hotels if you had to go and just act like you belong.

Seeing a cute, totally random pub called McDaid's, mom and I popped in. Okay just kidding it was not random, it was the pub the bachelorette and Nick (ew) went on their date. I sat in her seat, not that I care. The bartender said fortunately he was not working that day. Yeah, ugh fortunately, totally. (He also said that is was digusting that St. Patrick's made people pay to enter. He blamed it on the protestants....as far as he knew we were Roman Catholic!)

We had some local beer, Franciscan Well Red Rebel Ale, and then wandered into a beautiful store...where I saw a dress. (okay this is actually really embarrassing, you can now judge) It was the dress that the Bachelorette wore on her date! Mom basically forced me to try it on and I did and I liked it so it was purchased. (Yes, I totally begged her to try it on...does anyone really believe this story she is telling?)

Basically our day in Dublin was our "Bachelorette Tour of Dublin." I did not mind.

Wandering again, we went to Temple Bar, listened to some great music for a while and then went and got Italian for dinner. We figured we started in Italy, mind as well end with Italy. We sadly ate our pizza, more like stuffing our faces, because it was our last day of our grand adventure. We just couldn't handle any more potatoes!

Just as we started our days with coffee, we end with it too. Takeway coffee in hand, we ventured 5 miles back to our home, through the busy streets of Dublin, music filling the air, drunk people crossing the road, full stomachs, and a happy heart.

Ireland, you have been good.

Cheers,

The Traveling Women

Tip of the Day: Reality shows can increase the excitement of visiting a new city.

 

 

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