Arrived at 9am super tired. Didn't sleep much on the plane.
Took a bus at €7 a piece to the center of town.
Walked, took pictures, and bought a tin whistle for Candace.
10am we started heading in the direction of our hotel and got lost.
Streets aren't marked well, or at all, and the map didn't help much.
Asked for directions and got lost again.
5 hours, 4 more Dubliner directions, and many miles later, we found the hotel.
We're staying at the Ardmore Hotel. Very north Dublin but nice area and nice rooms.
Sore throat from breathing in car fumes and cigarette smoke.
Checked in, took a shower, then a bath for for my sore legs.
Fell asleep in the bath, got out and fell asleep on the bed for two hours.
Woke up drowsy and nauseous.
Went to the pub downstairs for dinner.
Had a ham and cheese toasted sandwich and an unidentifiable yet still tasty soup and Tommy had spicy pasta while we watched
soccer football and old men play dominoes.
Got tips on places to visit by an older drunk man who was barely understandable but entertaining.
Staying up as late as possible so we can sleep through the night.
The Carlton! (that's my dad's name) It was a theater in town.
An old church under construction. Still amazing.
Tired Tommy on Grafton Street.