Dublin - the Return!

Good things come in threes and this mini trip to Dublin was no exception! I've previously traveled to Dublin in 2010 with my good friend Dan Grant and then I came back in 2017 for my first ever solo trip across Ireland. I have nothing but good things to say about this country. 

This time, I stayed with a close childhood giftie friend, Susan Z. Yes, my name-twin (I've never met anyone else my age with my name and the only one I did was in the same class as me for 9 years). Susan Z's husband Eoghan has Irish citizenship so they moved here from Texas, 2 years ago. 

My flight over went well, I purchased a bid upgrade to move to premium economy which helped a little with sleeping on the plane but a lot with the extra leg room (super useful for my 5" nothing, haha). 

I took the bus from the airport (direct!) to Susan & Eoghan's place in Portobello (South Dublin, about 30 mins to city centre) and after way too long of a jet lag nap, we grabbed some Arepas (Arepa's Grill) and headed to a local pub (J. O'Connell) for a mandatory first Guiness of the trip! 

Howth - Coastal Town

The next day, I took a day trip to the seaside town of Howth, recommended by both my host and another friend who recently traveled here (Hilary). Accessible from Dublin City Center via the DART in about 30 minutes, it was a great day trip. It was a gorgeously hot and sunny day (did I bring the good weather? She smugly states).

On the ride there, I was "treated" to a group of about seven 18-year-olds heading to the beachside stop of Sutton (shoutout to my maternal family's last name!). Now that I've seen Derry Girls set in the 90s, this was Dublin Girls set in the 2020s, and my eavesdropping on their not-so-quiet conversations lent quite an informative experience learning about the youths here and how to celebrate 18th birthdays. Side note: They were blaring and singing along to the Space Jam theme song from when I was a kid, so I felt cool (or cringe; either way).

I was sad that I didn't think to bring my bathing suit on this adventure, because I would have loved a dip in the sea to cool off (as I saw some people doing!). I ended up completing the 6km Howth Cliff Walk (Green Route) over a few hours. Now, I'm not in the best shape of my life, but I felt like I could do this hike; while I won't be posting the videos where I'm desperately wheezing at the top, I will post some of the beautiful views I had.

After the hike, I was starving so I popped into the Abbey Tavern for some fish and chips (and five gallons of water). I even got to witness an Irishman blast the bartender for pouring his Guinness poorly. A legendary sighting to be sure. In the end, it was abysmal service but amazing food. 

Also, coincidentally, those same teenagers boarded back on the same car as me when going home and they were VERY tired and drunk. Hahaha. 

St. Stephens Green 

The next day, Susan Z took the day off, and we explored Dublin city. The first step was to purchase a raincoat, since I discovered a week ago in Toronto that my old one was no longer waterproof. We went to the Stephen's Green Shopping Centre, which is definitely one of the prettiest malls I've ever been to, and grabbed a great jacket from Trespass.

We then took a wander through St. Stephen's Green (which I had visited back in 2010), viewing the swan on the lake, plenty of statues, and people having picnics and relaxing on the lawns. I found my favorite Henry Moore statue, which commemorates Yeats, before enjoying some paninis for lunch.

National Print Museum

As two former history nerds (albeit for different eras), we visited two museums next. The first was the National Print Museum, a tiny one-room museum packed with as many artifacts about printing presses and mid-century print as you could ever imagine. The most fascinating thing we saw, in my mind, was an example of the printing press used to print the Proclamation of the Irish Republic in 1916. 

I learned that, since the printing had to be done in great haste, a few small typeface errors had to be problem-solved. There weren't enough "e"s in that font, so they swapped in some other "e"s (and a few were upside down!). Also, some letters had to be altered due to a lack of supply, such as adding sealing wax to a "P" to make it an "R" and altering an "O" to make it a "C" in the "IRISH REPUBLIC" title line. This picture shows all these small adaptations:

National History Museum - Archeology

Next up, bog bodies.

Yup.

Bodies found in bogs. *Murdered* bodies found in bogs from as early as 200 - 400 BC. The Clonycavan Man was the most intact and they even made a facial reconstruction of it.

They were preserved by the bogs, and due to fancy scientific tech I don't fully understand, researchers could determine things like their diet based on their fingernails. It was pretty creepy, but equally SO interesting. We also explored the rest of the museum fairly quickly (seeing some cool Viking artifacts and an exhibit on gold), but were feeling pretty gassed. So we headed home for a rest before heading out to find an Irishman to sing to me.

Devitt's Pub

The first time I came to Ireland, Dan and I looked for some traditional Irish music (basically, I just wanted to feel like I was in P.S. I Love You and have someone sing "Galway Girl" to me). We kept hearing a ridiculous amount of cover songs so when I grilled Dan's cousin Sam on why this counted as Irish music, he said "well they are singing in an Irish way... and they are sitting on a stool". So that now remains my bar for Irish music, accents, fiddles and stools. 😉

Susan Z and I accomplished those criteria, along with a hilarious variety of 90s/2000s pop & rock covers (he knew his audience) at a bar on Camden St. We had plenty of Guinness and a cute Irish twenty-something sing to the bar. I believe the three Irish pop songs he sang were by the Pogues, Cranberries and Aslan.

 

The National Botanical Gardens

Eoghan joined Susan Z and me as we travelled north to the National Botanical Gardens the next day. We explore most of the Gardens (with the exception of me stating, "we have those trees in Canada, we can skip that area") we some special attention given to the hilarious names we came across.

The Rose garden was gorgeous, as were all the succulents and palms found inside the greenhouses. 

There was a calming river bubbling through along the path which allowed us to spot some wildlife when we saw a little turtle and a goegeous heron who would have won first place in a statue contest. 

A Caren Night Out

When Dan and I traveled here in 2010, we stayed with his cousins and aunt/uncle and the boys (Sam, Hugh, and Luke) toured us around. Flashforward 7 years to 2017 when I'm doing my solo trip, I randomly message them and they bring me out to dinner and drinks over a few nights. Flashforward ANOTHER 7 years to 2024, and here I am again, bugging them to show the Canadian around. 

And they obliged. 😊

I met up with Sam and Luke at Cobblestone Pub to hear some traditional music. It was quite amazing! The musicians just gather at the front of the bar and have a little jam session. They don't necessarily know each other, they all have different instruments (I saw fiddles, guitars, flutes and an accordion), and they just like *know* how to play together. It was really impressive. 

Hugh joined us and after some debate and discussion amongst the Dubliners, we settled on sushi for dinner. It hit the spot and our bloated bellies continued onwards to another pub (The Boar's Head), where Luke bid us adieu. We wandered down to Drury Street which had a great open air / pedestrian only bar crawl vibe. Lots of stringed lights, friendly vibes and the interesting experience of Sam and Hugh buying a drink for a random street dude and having him drunkenly serenade me... Well, I did want to be sung at by Irishmen. Sometimes, you take what you can get. 😉

Ending it in Dublin

Even though I'm sitting at home typing this out and no longer in Ireland, I still need to wrap up my last few days of this amazing adventure. Writing this is helping to stave off the "Post Trip Depression Blues" (I'm not making it up, it's a thing) and just wait until I start posting all my pictures too. hahaha. My obsession with this trip will never end.

Dublin - Reunions with Old Friends

My trip into Dublin was awful. If you recall from my last post - I was incredibly hungover from the Cork Pub Crawl the night prior. So I didn't think I would be up for much of anything the first night. However, f-it. I only have three days left, might as well make the most of it.

I met up with Sam and Luke (and their girlfriends: Laura and Lily) for dinner and drinks. When I traveled to Dublin six years ago with my best friend Dan, we stayed with his cousins and aunt/uncle. So when I was coming back, I reached out to the boys to hang out. I was a bit worried it would be weird without Dan there, but we transitioned into chatting and drinking rather seamlessly and had a great night.

Reunions and Cider

We started off at the Porterhouse in Temple bar for some dinner and fancy Espresso cocktails (I needed a bit of a caffeine push to continue the night). After that we headed to the Brazen Head which is Dublin's oldest pub. It had some awesome ambiance, a variety of rooms and live music and we sat on the patio and drank cider to my hearts content. A fantastic first night in Dublin!

Security at The Brazen Head

Wandering Around the City
The next day was a bit of a disaster -- Super Organized Susan wise, I mean. I had planned on waking up early and going to Kilmainham Gaol for the morning --- but I slept in. Then when I finally got my ass in gear, I found out that the tickets for the day were sold out and I'd have to return tomorrow at 9am to try to get tickets for Tuesday. Ah well, I'll just move on to something else. Maybe the museums? Nope, closed on Mondays. Okay... Maybe the cool crypt with mummified bodies? It doesn't say they are closed online. Nope! When I got there, the gates were closed shut. Hmmm... what to do? Oh look, The Jameson Bow Street Distillery tour is right beside me. I don't even like Whiskey... OH WELL.

Whiskey for You, Whiskey for Me

The tour was pretty informative and interactive which I enjoyed. There were a lot of cool audio visual tricks and we saw the entire process of distilling whiskey. We had a taste test where we compared a Scotch Whiskey (Johnnie Walker), An Irish Whiskey (Jameson) and an American Whiskey (Jack Daniels) and while I am not a whiskey connoisseur in the slightest -- the Jameson WAS the smoothest to drink. I didn't particularly like the shots, but after the tour I had a glass of Jameson with Gingerale and lime which was delicious.

After the distillery, I needed a nap to recoup before heading out to meet up with Séamus, a travel friend I had met in Derry. As we were both a little rough from the previous nights before, we decided to have a chill evening of pizza, coffee and wandering around the city. Séamus had no idea of my love of loose leaf tea but nevertheless took me to a fantastic little coffee/tea shop where we caught up and learned more about each other. He then took me to St. Stephen's Green and walked me back to my hostel where we had a fantastic view of a rainbow. It was a great way to spend the twilight hours.

Found me a Leprechaun at the end of the Rainbow

When I got back to my hostel, I met up with my two Taiwanese roommates from Cork who were ironically also staying in the same hostel as me. We went down to Temple bar to find some live music and hit the jackpot at the Quays. We had a fantastic guitar player, totally catering to North American audiences, play "irish" versions of various pop songs. It was lively, packed and wonderful. I'm pretty sure that one of my favourite things in the world is listening to attractive men with accents play music in pubs.

Reunited for some live music!

The Gaol and One Last Hurrah

I was much more prepared and left really early to make it to Kilmainham Gaol (Jail) for a tour. I grabbed a day-of ticket and because I had an hour to kill beforehand, I wandered around a park nearby. It was the Irish War Memorial Gardens and with the exception of one other tourist and a man doing gardening, completely empty. Gorgeous and relaxing, it was a gem to find. That's been my favourite aspect of this trip so far, stumbling across beautiful places and experiences that I had not had planned. Maybe I need to rethink my organized nature to allow for a little bit more of this happenstance beauty.

Ireland War Memorial Gardens

Kilmainham Gaol was incredibly interesting. It was a former jail, used up until the mid 1920s, housing "criminals" during the famine years and up to those involved in the Easter Rising. There was a touching story about Joesph Plunkett and Grace Gifford who got married mere hours before he was executed for his involvement in the rising. We saw the jail cells of various important figures involved in Ireland's independence and even saw the spot where they were executed. I apparently have a fascination with morbid history. But honestly, I think everyone should visit places like this (or concentration camps or the killing fields, etc) because only then can you understand the magnitude of what happened here. Those that do not study history are doomed to repeat it, no?

Kilmainham Gaol

After the Gaol, I walked over to a museum recommended to me by Séamus: The Museum of Art & Design. I was getting a little museume-d out, but I did check out the beautiful portrait gallery, some information about Ireland's involvement in WWI (Including a life-preserver from the Lusitania -- the "pretense" for American involvement), and an entire section devoted to the 1916 Easter Rising. As I didn't have time to do a walking tour of Dublin, this was a nice encapsulation of that era of history.

My final night in Dublin consisted of meeting up with Luke, Lily and Hugh (the other brother who couldn't make it out the previous night). Luke, Lily and I enjoyed some bubbily with our traditional Irish sushi? haha, Luke had suggested it and I couldn't believe it. I had been talking to my fellow travelmates how much I had been craving sushi! It was quite delicious and afterwards we met up with Hugh and went to a bar off the obvious Templebar path. Can't for the life of me remember the name of it, but I enjoyed some Guinness and Cider before retiring for the night. I really hope the boys come visit me in Canada soon!

Goodbye Drinks!

Stop-Over in NFLD
My flight left at 8 in the morning, but I had a long layover in St. John's, Newfoundland. My Dad has a lot of family still over there, so I met up with some of his cousins and was toured around for the day! I was surprised by how similar the landscape is to Ireland!

Ireland or Canada??

My Dad's cousin Gail drove me to Cape Spear and we watched some whales. I had lunch with more relatives in honour of my Great Aunt Lee and Uncle Bruce 's 54th wedding anniversary (what good timing I have!). Aunt Lee was my Nana's younger sister. We also met up with Aunt Silvia and Uncle Bruce.  Then my Dad's cousin Jan took me to Signal Hill for some hot chocolate before dropping me off at the airport. It was a whirlwind tour, but so kind of everyone to be excited to see me for even just a few hours.

Happy Anniversary, Uncle Bruce and Aunt Lee!

Welcome Home
And now I'm home. Don't get me wrong, I had missed so many of my friends and family when I was over there, but its a little strange being home. I missed my dog and cat. I missed my bed and shower and the heat of the city. But I feel a little changed and I don't think its very noticeable upfront. I went on this trip not sure if I would make any friends nor have any fun. I was worried I would just want to be back in London with people I knew. I thought I was a little crazy to decide to do it myself.

But after this trip, I realized how fantastic it is to travel alone. You can choose when to wake up or what to do. You are forced out of your comfort zone to make friends and those friends want to be friends with you just as much as you do with them. I used to be sad when no one wanted to go to a festival or event with me. Now? I'll just do it on my own and make friends there. I've developed the confidence to eat in a restaurant alone or to just spend time with my own thoughts and that's no longer a bad or scary thing. I still LOVE being around people and actively search for things to do with others, but this trip helped restore my confidence in myself. And for that, I will be forever grateful to Ireland.  To its friendly people, it's amazing scenery and my fellow travelers on the road.

Sláinte!