In Dublin's Fair City...
|Streets of St. James Gate, Dublin|
I arrive here to end my journey of this magical land that I can proudly say is home to me. It’s temptation that’s for sure, but on a much smaller scale than New York City, San Francisco or Boston where you will find an increasingly huge Irish population. A small city with a big heart & it’s easily walk able to get to one end to the other should only take roughly thirty minutes.
I arrive in the city after an enjoyable trains ride on Irish Rail from Cork Kent Station to Heuston Station in Dublin. Fares can be found for roughly ten Euros if bought ahead of time on line, it’s been know that train fares can cost as much as 70 Euros if purchased at the station. Best to be plan ahead on your journey. Deals can be found, but one must use the Internet in order to find them these days. The trains are posh compared to American standards, they have a food cart, free wifi that works, outlets & are usually on time. I had a lovely chat with an older gentleman at Kent Station in Cork this morning he kinda reminded me of my grandfather with living a life at sea & just having a random chat to get to know you. It made waiting at the station go by quickly.
|View from the Gravity Bar, Guinness Storehouse|
There’s so much to do in Dublin. I found myself staying at a very posh hostel, Generator over in Smithfield right next door to the Old Jameson's Distillery. I’m just going for a wander to see where it takes me to be honest. It’s so easy to get around & the people are very helpful! Falling deep in love with Ireland & I don’t want to go back. The love affair I have with this beautiful country started when I was a kid & is just growing deeper & deeper.