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5/30/07 Arrived in Dublin early this morning, after an uneventful 8 hour flight. Took the city bus from the airport to my hostel-slightly freaked out, trying to figure out where my stop was without a map or help. But God helped me. Dropped off luggage at hostel—Avalon House, just south of Temple Bar.
Took a “Hop On, Hop Off” bus tour. Went to St. Patrick’s Cathedral-the largest in Ireland. St. Patrick himself (in the 4th or 5th century, I think) used to baptize people there.
Next on to Guinness Storehouse. I was pretty disappointed in this crappy tour, because it was just a converted warehouse, with some fancy designs, and computer screens over 7 floors, showing you how Guinness is made. If I wanted that, I could be sitting at home watching the Discovery Channel with my dad. I thought I would be walking through the buildings where it was actually made. Big ripoff—Budweiser in St. Louis and Miller in Milwaukee were much cooler!! The only cool thing about the place was the bar at the top, which had a 360 view of Dublin. They give you a free pint of Guinness there, as well. I’m not so
into Guinness, but free is free, so I did try my damnest to gulp it down .😊
Next stop—Trinity College survived. I think I like historical stuff, because when I look at it, or touch something, I try to imagine the people that have come before me and the lives they’ve led. That’s why I liked Altun Ha, the Mayan ruins in Belize. And the Native American villages in Arizona. What would I be like if I lived in that time? Or maybe I did. Another me, a different time. I’ve been thinking of Richard Bach again (good ol’ sophomore English! Comes back to haunt you at the weirdest times) and how in one of his books, he said that every time there is a fork in the road, a choice in our lives, well, I might choose to take Road B, but there’s another me who chooses Road A. Who lives a completely different life because of that choice. Rubbish? You decide.
survived. I think I like historical stuff, because when I look at it, or touch something, I try to imagine the people that have come before me and the lives they’ve led. That’s why I liked
Altun Ha, the Mayan ruins in Belize. And the Native American villages in Arizona. What would I be like if I lived in that time? Or maybe I did. Another me, a different time. I’ve been thinking of Richard Bach again (good ol’ sophomore English! Comes back to haunt you at the weirdest times) and how in one of his books, he said that every time there is a fork in the road, a choice in our lives, well, I might choose to take Road B, but there’s another me who chooses Road A. Who lives a completely different life because of that choice. Rubbish? You decide. Sometimes, though, I wonder what ‘me’ I am? Am I making the right choices? Does it even matter? Ok, that’s as introspective as I get for tonight—time for sleep. REMINDER: Tell Juli to read “The Ice Queen” by Alice Hoffman. Great book-all about the choices we make or the events in our life that we think shape us into who we are.
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