My Last Full Day

I woke up this morning earlier than usual. I said to myself, "It's your last full day in Dublin."

But it wasn't. I have two more days to go.

Dublin is beautiful. There are many worse places to be stuck in. I have big plans for today, but it is Sunday, I could not find a church near by and nothing opens until after noon.

I bought some beautiful raspberries for about 2 euros, and creme fraiche for .99 euros. A spectacular breakfast. I don't have the stomach for the Full Irish Breakfast I told myself I would find. I had one, albeit not a very good one, in Sligo. This is going to have to be one of those things I eat on a return trip.

After my Boot's trip at noon. (Tested negative!) I went for a walk and found a three tiered mall. It had a United Colors of Benneton, and a mini-Ikea.

After I emerged there was a band set up on the square playing Brown Eyed Girl. There were an older couple dancing vigorously and enthusiastically so a crowd had formed. One of those magical city moments.

Since this blog is supposed to be about photos, here is a photo of ducks from this morning and some happiness from last night.

Oh great. I'm out to dinner and a set of Americans just sat down next to me.

The Americans have ordered alcohol.

Never a good thing.

I'm at Cirillos. My spaghetti was served with a fish melange. I am conspicuously alone. I thought I would be too early for a crowd. That's why I'm surrounded by various languages! I never thought of that.

"Americans are quite loud, aren't they?" My English friend stated rather than asked. Yes, we don't learn how to drink until never.

If It's Not Too Far, Why Don't You Walk?

At least in books, Irish girls are aching to go to New York. For Dubliners, I'd have no idea why. Dublin is everything and has everything. Beautiful buildings; Universities; shops.; sales! There seem to be all sorts of places to eat all sorts of wonderful food. If you like beer, there is beer, but if you don't like beer, some places will give you soda for free.

On weekends there are a lot of tourists. I don't think I'd like that part.

I write to you from my delicious red chair. I went to Gino's. It was a farther walk that I bargained for. I do not have many clothes and chose between a sundress and jeans with my Trinity College T-shirt that I bought for Brian. I opted for the jeans and was very hot. Once got there, with my mask on, I ordered a crepe. (Raspberries, strawberries, white chocolate and coconut) I planned on getting gelato, too. With this dread illness, I seem to get very hungry and don't know when to stop, but I decided to stop.

I also decided to take a taxi home. He asked where I was going and I said not too far. "If it's not too far, why don't you walk?" He scowled, putting on his mask. "It's too hot." I imagine it's not more than eighty degrees here, but I was sweaty and unhappy because I did't want to run myself down too much. Then he got angry because he thought I spilled drink in the back of his cab. I didn't do that, but I would have been mad, too.

"Africa," by Toto, came on for the second time during my trip. I was happy again.

He drove around and took me back to UAC. From an approximate fare of seven euros, I gave him what was left from my ten euro note because he did take me home and he probably knew I had something going on.

I write to you from my delicious red chair. I've moved rooms in to a much nicer one. I have three days to go. If I'm negative tomorrow, I might go to Howth on Monday, like the cabbie from the other day said I should. It's a lovely fishing village. I might not though, everything makes me tired. I feel like I'd love to bring Brian to Dublin and show him everything I've seen and everything I wanted to see that dear old Uncle Corona keep me from exploring.

We Will Rock You

In lovely park. Cheerleaders across the way are flipping and shouting to Queen's "We Will Rock You", the world's most popular song.

If you're tired of hearing about Covid, imagine how tired I must be. I tested positive again. They moved my room, into a much nicer one, actually. I get two twin beds, a cosy chair, an end table and a lovely view of the terrace (read: fire escapes) someone needs the double bed for Saturday.

But Ireland and the Irish people remain lovely and helpful. They could have kicked me out long ago. My uber delivery was hot, as in warm! Warm food!

I'd take a picture of the "Go Ireland" cheerleaders, but they're too far away.