October Break: Dublin

One of the many surprises I had when first coming to Scotland and beginning university here was that there is a mid-semester break! A whole week off just because. Technically it is supposed to be used to prepare yourself for all the work that comes after but who really does that?

I decided to split my week off between Dublin, Ireland and Prague, Czech Republic. I arrived in Dublin early Saturday and left early Tuesday giving me three days.

I went to Dublin with my friend, hall mate and fellow study abroad student (though he is now transferring to Stirling) Tom.  Neither of us had prepared any sort of list or itinerary of things we wanted to see in Dublin so upon early arrival in the hostel around 9:45 we went to the notice boards to see what was going on.

He doesn't smile if he knows his picture is being taken. I gotta be sneaky... 

Hostels are great about connecting visitors with events going on in the area. Sometimes they are tourist focused events and sometimes community activities. One such listing was a daily free walking tour of Dublin beginning at 11. With no plans and plenty of time we walked downtown to find where the tour started.

I'm so glad we went! We knew absolutely nothing about this tour beyond where and when it began. While waiting around for the tour leaders to split us all up in to Spanish and English speakers and then assign us to our guides we ran into John, another guy from our floor who was in Dublin visiting a friend! The four of us stuck together and went on the same tour group.

The tour ended up being three hours long filled with history, anecdotes, jokes, and fun facts. The leader was a native Dublin-er with fantastic presentation abilities and an all around fun guy.

 

That is the Irish Parliament building to the right. There is an unspoken agreement between Parliament and media that when sitting or standing on the dais politicians are free to approach but not otherwise in the square

 

 One of the places with the most interesting stories was Trinity College, The Campanile at Trinity had some particularly interesting bits.  1) Students don't walk under it during semester because it means they'll fail exams 2) If someone is under it and the bell rings it means they're a virgin 3) If a student can climb to the top and yell "Trinity! Trinity! Trinity!" without being shot with a crossbow by the Provost then they become King of Trinity College and get all sorts of perks like being able to ride their horse into the testing theatre or something like that

The Campanile at Trinity College.

The tour gave us plenty of ideas about ways to spend our time the next two days while also dropping us off near the tourism office where we could get more ideas. 

Day one was finished with a pub crawl run by the same walking tour company. We started the evening with a Guinness (of course) and then had some great Irish beer at many of the places we went after. Tom and I dropped out of the crawl a tad early to stay at a bar we particularly liked with a great traditional band playing and excellent atmosphere. We left when we could hardly keep our eyes open anymore at midnight (we had been up since 5am).

We tried so hard to stay awake for them...

The next day was a bit slower. Tom and I wandered to various places we passed on the tour the day before but wanted to take a closer look at.  First was the tourism office to book a tour for the next day. Then to the Irish National Museum to peruse some of Ireland's historical and archeological artifacts. Here tom learned of my passion for museums. The only reason we really moved at all was because he would encourage me to move by leaving me behind. Or sometimes by suggesting we take a look at the next room. Much of the place remains unexplored but that leaves something to see next time!

Wandering further led us to St Patrick's Cathedral. Then dinner and a long conversation break since we ate far too much. Finally was a trek to Phoenix Park.

Phoenix is actually named fionn uisce in Gaelic which means 'clear water'. Nearly every place name in Ireland has an original Gaelic name and an anglicized name created by people from England once King Henry VIII proclaimed himself King of Ireland. Now there is even a statue of a phoenix in the middle just to confuse people into thinking it was the original name.