Some people say that they wish for more hours in a day. I have lived that, and it doesn't feel good. But there are worse things than spending a 29-hour day in Dublin, Ireland.
After we landed at 4:45 a.m. and pitched camp at the Budget rental counter (which Summer sounded out as bud-get), and got our Toyota Avensis which was, as I mentioned, really quite roomy, and changed eighteen more poop diapers, we set out for the city "centre" on the wrong side of the road. We found a parking garage and got some scones for the chilluns.
We then sampled a variety of parks and playgrounds, including this one, with a groovy statue of Oscar Wilde.
We visited the Book of Kells at Trinity College and then had lunch at that pizza place in Temple Bar where Sinead worked. As I type this, the feeling of sickening exhaustion is coming back to me. The kids fell asleep in their food. We dragged them to our B&B hotel. I tried to take a nap, but Charlie, suddenly reinvigorated, jumped on my bed with his underpants on his head until I cursed the day he was born. Then we went back out into the city. Here's Summer with Molly Malone, the "tart with the cart."
And below, Charlie and Summer at the General Post Office building that the home-rule rebels held in 1916. See the bullet holes? See the unmistakable glassy eyes of jet lag?
Another meal in Temple Bar with children and Mommy faceplanting into their soup and then, finally, mercifully, to bed.
yayyyy ireland updates! keep 'em coming...
p.s. what are you doing on saturday/sunday morning, and can i see my babies please? <3
Posted by: Shaina | September 21, 2009 at 11:08 PM
oh, so jealous. I have got to get myself to Ireland one of these days.
please tell me you bought some t-shirts at the pizza place.
Posted by: cate | September 22, 2009 at 08:50 AM