After a long but uneventful flight, Jay and I landed in Dublin Thursday morning on schedule. Neither of us slept much, so we were exhausted. We took a bus from the airport to the city and wandered around for a couple hours looking for a hostel Jay stayed in several years ago. After asking directions and walking a few miles (don't ask how many kilometres that is because I don't know), we found it. The hostel, called the Avalon, is in a gorgeous old brownstone building on Auinger Street, about half a mile south of the River Liffey. The area is decent, but it's really close to St. Stephen's Green, a large gated park with statues, trees, flowers and ponds with aggressive and angry geese. Doesn't sound too different from Boston Common come to think of
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