Travel changes you. We’re all aware of that. But how? Why? What makes travelling somewhere change your views of the world around you, and even the way you see yourself? Today, I’m telling you everything about how travelling changes you, for better and for worse.
Latest update: 11 May 2019
Most people who travel often know how different they are now compared to before they started travelling. Many of them can’t put their finger on how exactly they’ve changed, though. If you’re trying to find that out, you’ve come to the right place.
I put solo between brackets in the title, because travelling by yourself triggers even more change than travelling with others. After all, you are forced to make different decisions, and there is nobody with you that can help you make them. Although this is not a bad thing in many cases, it can be scary. Believe me, I was scared as well. After getting the courage to go to Dublin by myself, though, I’m very happy I did it. And here are some reasons why.
This is the biggest one. This first reason as to why travel changes you applies mostly to solo travel, but people who travel with friends or family might recognize some of this.
When you’re abroad by yourself, there is no-one there to help you. If you make a mistake, you’re the only one who can fix it. You have to rely on yourself. You’re not dependent on anybody else. But that’s the beauty of it. The experience of succeeding at something is so much more meaningful when you know you did it all by yourself. Admittedly, it is nice when you have someone you can fall back on. But it’s even nicer when that someone is you.
Solving problems abroad may seem like a daunting task, but it can feel so good once you actually do it. Even better, you might get some confidence out of it. The more confident you are in a foreign country, the more confident you will be at home. And let’s be honest – what could anyone have against being confident?
In order to gain new perspectives, it’s a good idea to visit places where the culture is as different as possible from your home culture. After all, you don’t go see your neighbours if you want to know how the whole world experiences life. That would be like someone trying to taste Italian cuisine who only eats bread with olive oil.
You need to see how a Nepalese Hindu goes about his day. You need to see how a Spaniard takes a siesta and stays up late. How a South-African falls asleep listening to the rain and watching the stars. How a Peruvian still keeps traditions alive.
It is only when you realize that none of the 7.5 billion people on this earth have experienced today like you have, that you will come to find that there is so much out there. So many places to be and so many people to meet. It almost seems like a shame to not spend your whole life travelling.
I met some great people on my trip to Malta. For example, I met Daniel, a German guy living in Malta, hosting a guest house. I met a French couple 45 minutes from any sign of civilization, and we watched the sunset together. I met an American family and visited an entire city with them. If you want friends from all over the world, travel. Travel often and travel by yourself. There is nothing to be afraid of.
When you travel, you get an opportunity to meet people you never would have met otherwise. Again, this especially applies to travellers who prefer being on the road by themselves. After all, solo travellers are far more approachable than those who travel in groups. Think about it. When you’re abroad, who would you talk to first: someone with a backpack standing in line to get the key to their room, or a group of friends talking to each other? Exactly.
Some of these people you get to know on your travels could change your life. They could become some of the most important people you know. You might even start a relationship with one of them. If you don’t travel, you could miss out on a lot of things.
When you travel, the way you look at life can change drastically. Seeing how people from vastly different cultures think about every aspect of life has the ability to change you as a person.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: travel changes you in ways that nothing else can.
Honestly, it’s a lot like looking at the stars at night. If you never do that, you won’t realize how small and trivial we are. In the context of a huge galaxy, none of our problems or worries matter. And that is exactly why you should just get the most out of your life. Once you realize these things, your mentality will shift from “I don’t know if I should do this” to “I can’t wait to do this”. And that, dear friends, is exactly the change you need in order to fill your life with happiness.
At the end of the day, we’re all just looking for ways to be happy and to bring meaning to our lives. Well, this is it. Chase your dreams and be wild every once in a while.
Do you have any reasons why travel changes you? Be sure to let me know. Also, don’t forget to check me out on social media (I’m on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram)! Thanks for reading!
-S
PIN IT!
This will be the last post I write about my time in Dublin. This is the one where I tell you about everything that went wrong while I was there: the bloopers, if you will. They will appear in chronological order, more or less. The main reason for this is that I made a list of bloopers in my phone and updated it while I was there.
The list will exist of both things I could have prevented and things that weren’t my fault at all. Warning: you might feel the need to smack me in the face while reading this. I urge you not to do that. After all, errare humanum est. To err is human. Or, as Hannah Montana put it so eloquently, nobody’s perfect.
There are probably more of these than you’d expect there to be in a five-day trip. This should tell you something about who I am as a person. In case you couldn’t tell, I’m the kind of person that makes a lot of mistakes.
Let’s get this show on the road!
Well, it’s a bit more complicated than that. You see, I flew with Ryanair, so I wasn’t allowed to bring a lot of baggage. Without paying extra, I could bring one 15 kg bag that fit in the standard hand baggage measurements. The bag I wanted to bring didn’t fit, so I had to pay extra for another bag that they would transport in the cargo hold.
In hindsight, I would have been better off cramming my baggage in a smaller bag, so that I wouldn’t have had to pay extra. That’s just something to keep in consideration for my future trips, I guess.
Again, I’ll have to put this in perspective. I didn’t actually schedule everything wrong. It’s just that when I was planning my trip, I had every day planned down to the hour (more or less). For some reason that I can’t remember now, I decided to switch two days around, which caused some problems. For example, I had originally planned to go to Liberty Market on Saturday, but because I had switched the days around, I had to go on Monday.
At the time, I didn’t realize that this little switcharoo would mean that the market wouldn’t actually be open and I’d be standing in the rain, staring at the entrance, figuring out what I could have done wrong.
Yeah. I had made my travel plans on my laptop. They were neatly organized in a Word document, with addresses of key elements of my tour and all. But, see, I didn’t really fancy carrying around my laptop just to look at the schedule all the time.
Upon arriving at Dublin Airport, I found out that I had no way of accessing the schedule on my phone, which I would in fact be carrying with me. I opened up my laptop, but of course, the airport wifi decided not to work at the time. This meant that I had to wait until I got to the hostel in order to send it to myself, so that I could access it on my phone.
(That did work, luckily.)
You should know, this jail was one of the things I was most looking forward to. So you can imagine the shock I got when I was standing at the reception of said jail, realizing I hadn’t booked a ticket and all tours until that afternoon had been sold out.
As it turned out, there was actually an extra highlight tour being organized, so I had to rush to reception in order to get a ticket for that. Luckily, I made it.
If you want to read the full story – and I highly recommend you do – you can check it out here.
Being a smart cookie, I had brought along a travel adapter from home. This was necessary, because the electricity sockets are different in Ireland than they are in Belgium. One of my roommates from Colombia hadn’t been that smart. She asked me to borrow my adapter, which I gave to her because I’m a decent human being. I shouldn’t have.
When I got back to the hostel from a day of exploring the city, my charger was returned neatly to my bed, but my adapter wasn’t. My best guess is that she took it with her to Colombia. I had to buy a new one at reception, which I thought would have been a couple of euros saved by taking an adapter from home. I guess not.
Again, for the full story, feel free to read this post. Yes, this happened on the same day as my forgot-to-book ticket to Kilmainham. Yes, I was sad.
This was the third (and last) major disaster of day three.
I realize this might not sound that bad to some people, but hear me out. This was on the day that I was having dinner at the oldest pub of Ireland, the Brazen Head. While I was still in Belgium, I had looked up their website. I couldn’t find any way of making a reservation on there, so I figured it wouldn’t be necessary. (If you can find it, please let me know.)
I was wrong. The night I went was apparently a night of live music. This meant that there were a buttload of people there, which in turn made it quite difficult to find a place to eat. A waitress referred me to the bar, where I could wait until a table cleared up.
Which I did. I was there about fifteen minutes when that kind of happened. There was a table of four, already being shared by two couples who didn’t know each other. One of the couples was done eating, so they went off. I took my chance and sat down at their place. And that is the story of how I had dinner in Dublin next to a couple from Catalonia.
For people who travel a lot, this is (understandably) a facepalm-worthy mistake. I know, I should have thought about transferring my deodorant spray bottle from my hand baggage to my checked baggage. I actually did, on my first flight. But somehow, on the way back, I was completely oblivious to the fact that liquids aren’t allowed in an airplane.
The reason this upset me is because it was a new bottle of deodorant. It may not seem like a big deal to some of you, but for a student on a budget like me, things like that can hurt. Both physically and emotionally :(.
As this is the last post I’ll be writing about my time in Dublin, I deem it appropriate to say something about how I felt about everything that happened and what this trip meant to me.
Although this post may make you feel like there were more things that went wrong than right, I would like to reassure you. I had the time of my life. These small setbacks were nothing compared to the experiences I had, new things I went through and people I met. If I could do it all again, I wouldn’t hesitate to.
This trip has definitely sparked my interest for solo travel. I fully intend to continue exploring the world, one place at a time, by myself. I have yet to find myself on my travels, so my next trip will probably be something more adventurous, like Thailand.
All in all, traveling to Dublin alone was a great decision, and I’m happy I made it. It motivated me to travel more in the future, and travel by myself in particular. All in all, it’s a decision I’m proud of and it’s something to tell my grandchildren about when I’m sitting on my front porch in a rocking chair.
(Sorry there weren’t any pictures in this post; I literally had no idea what to put there, as I didn’t really take pictures of the things I did wrong.)
Thanks for reading!
-S
The last day of the saga! Let me tell you all about it.
(Disclaimer: I don’t have many pictures of this day because not that much actually happened)
By now, you already know what my mornings consist of. Today was no different: wake up, breakfast, shower, brush teeth. The only thing that was different was that my roommates weren’t awake yet so I had to be quiet.
After the usual morning routine, I had to pack my bags because I was supposed to check out before 10 am. It was now 9:30, and still none of my roommates were awake. (Who goes to a foreign city and wakes up after 9?) This meant that I had to try and not make a lot of noise while packing my bags, which turned out to be more difficult than anticipated. My backpack was stored in a kind of storage space underneath the bed, and it was very creaky and noisy when you moved it. I’m sure I woke some of my roommates up at some point, but they didn’t really say anything about it.
Having packed, I headed downstairs to hand in my key card to my room.
Now, my flight wasn’t until 7:30 pm, so I still had an entire day to fill. At this point in time, it was about 10 am. After checking out, I headed down to the locker room to store my heavy bag until I got going to the airport. Now, here comes the most exciting part of the day – at least, for me it was.
Yes, you read it correctly. I got a tattoo. I feel like this requires a bit of a backstory, so here goes. A couple of months back, I was planning my trip to Dublin. Around this time, I was also really interested in tattoo designs, and I looked at a lot of them online. I then realized I wanted to use my own body as a canvas, and started looking into what I could get. I was sure I wanted a tattoo that wasn’t too big, as I didn’t want it covering my whole body.
After a lot of research and looking at different portfolios and tattoo explanations, I decided on a design.
This is the thunderbird. It has two proper meanings and one meaning I’m giving to it.
My personal added meaning is the spirit of adventure. I got this tattoo on my first solo trip in Dublin. The point of this trip was to be adventurous and try things I’ve never done before. Whenever I look at my new tattoo, I’ll think back of the good times I had there and the courage I needed to get tattooed by myself, in a foreign country.
The day before, I had made an appointment at The Ink Factory at 10:30 am. So, when the clock struck 10, I left my hostel and started walking toward the tattoo shop. Well, I was there around 10:15. And around 10:30. And also around 11. Turns out, the artist that was going to tattoo me didn’t know he had an appointment at 10:30 and the studio normally didn’t open until 11.
He eventually did arrive, though. We worked out the design and size of the tattoo, had some trouble with some kind of printer and then headed down to the tattoo stool. I must say, I wasn’t quite as nervous as I thought I was going to be. It’s actually kind of relaxing to see a needle go into your skin hundreds of times per minute.
After about 40 minutes, I was a tattooed person. The guy covered it in some foil that had to stay on for three days and sent me upstairs to hear about the aftercare. I thanked him for my piece of art and headed up.
As I had nothing planned for my last day, I headed back to my hostel, where I sat down in the lobby and looked around, checked my phone and read a book. After all, I would still be in Dublin until 7:30. Eventually, I got up, took out my backpack from the locker and faced the rain once more. I walked to the bus stop and waited for a bus to the airport to arrive.
Once it got there, I got on, paid for the fare and sat down in the back. What followed was half an hour of looking outside in the rain and being irritated at the guy sitting across from me chewing gum and calling someone way too loudly. Either way, I arrived at the airport about 3 hours before my flight was due.
I checked in, dropped my bag off at something called oversize luggage check-in and went through identification check and security. Having forgotten that I left a new spray can of deodorant in my bag, the staff took that away from me. I was quite sad about that.
After getting through all the formalities of airports, I sat down in some kind of lobby with my laptop and GoPro. I decided to use the time I had left to edit my travel video (not available on mobile devices because I’m using copyrighted music or something). When that was done, I had dinner at Burger King, because there was nothing else in sight.
When my gate got announced, I started a 10-minute walk there. The boarding went quite smoothly, and before we knew it, we were all seated on the plane. After sitting there for about half an hour, the pilot announced that there was a mechanical defect and we would all have to move out and transfer to another plane. This led to our flight leaving about an hour late, which isn’t really what you want when you know you won’t be home until 2 am. Anyway, other than that, the flight went smoothly and we arrived in Belgium around 11 pm.
Before my trip, I had looked up how I would get back home the night of my return. I found out that there was one train leaving about three minutes after my flight was supposed to land. As the flight got delayed, I didn’t catch that one – and I probably wouldn’t have caught it if my plane was on time either. The next train, which was the last train of the day, left Brussels Airport at midnight.
By this time, my phone wouldn’t connect to the airport wifi and my mobile data wasn’t working, so I had to ask three Belgian girls to help me. One of them looked up which train I had to take on her phone, and I thanked them for their help.
This train wouldn’t go any further than another train station in Brussels, though. I had a connecting train to my home town about half an hour later. By now, I was tired and all I wanted to do was sleep. I got on the train home at 12:30 am and everything went smoothly from there.
When I got to my home town, I realized that there weren’t any more buses driving around at 2 am, so I had to take a taxi. Do all taxi drivers drive way too fast or is that just me? I wouldn’t know because I barely ever take taxis.
Anyway, that’s how I got home and that’s the end of my update post. There will be one or two more posts about Dublin in the near future, so there’s that to look forward to. Thank you for reading!
-S
Summary of day four: a day filled with disaster and wonderful surprises. Let’s get this show on the road.
The goal for this morning was to visit an indoor market called Liberty Market. So, after the regular shower, get dressed, breakfast, brush teeth routine, I set out in the rainy streets of Dublin, on my way to said market. When I arrived there, however, I quickly realized that the market wasn’t actually open. As a matter of fact, there was a large banner hanging in the street – right next to the market entrance – saying something to the likes of “Liberty Market – open on Saturday from 11 am”. So there I was, in the pouring rain, with no umbrella and no plans left for the morning. It looked like the day was going to be a complete catastrophe.
Being a great problem solver (/sarcasm), I decided to carry out my afternoon plans a little bit earlier and then see how the evening would go. All in all, this was an excellent decision.
My plan was to go visit St Patrick’s Cathedral and Marsh’s Library in the afternoon. These two were very conveniently located right next to each other. The struggle started when I arrived at the cathedral, though. There was an entrance fee of about €5 but it turned out I didn’t have any cash on me whatsoever. Now imagine trying to find an ATM abroad, in a city you’ve never been – and not even in the city centre, at that.
After some asking around, I found out that there was in fact an ATM inside a supermarket right around the corner. So obviously, I rushed there, as it was still raining cats and dogs and I didn’t fancy just standing out in the cold without getting anywhere. I went inside the store and walked to the back, where the ATM was located. As I approached the cash machine, something sparked a feeling of disappointment in me. There was a sign on the face of the machine saying “This machine is out of order”.
By now, it was only around 10:15 am and it seemed like everything that could have gone wrong, did, in fact, go wrong. I went over to the cashier and asked if he could let me withdraw some money. It turned out he could only give me cashback if I bought something from the store. So I grabbed a Mars bar from the counter and withdrew my money. I finally returned to the cathedral and paid my entrance fee.
Time check: 10:25. Having arrived inside, I was looking around at the back of the cathedral when I heard a man call out that there would be a free, guided tour starting at 10:30. Naturally, I decided to stop exploring and wait for the man to tell me interesting anecdotes and fun facts about the place. I’m glad I did, because I actually learned quite a lot from this tour.
A view of the inside of St Patrick’s Cathedral.
After this wonderful tour of St Patrick’s Cathedral, I moved on to Marsh’s Library. By now, the rain had more or less stopped. I entered into the picturesque staircase leading up to the library itself and I was intoxicated. This is what it looked like.
The staircase leading up to the main building of Marsh’s Library. (sorry for the poor quality, this was taken from my travel video – will be uploaded later)
Sadly, in the library itself, photography was not allowed, so I can’t show you any pictures of the inside. You can check out their website for a little insight, though.
As soon as I got into the main room of the library, there was an employee waiting to greet any guests coming to visit. He informed me that the admission cost had been scratched because of the ongoing painting and carpenting work that was being done. I didn’t mind, because I was not allowed to take any pictures anyway. So I strolled around the library for about half an hour, admiring the sight and smell of all these old books in one place.
By now, it was around 1 pm and I had already done everything I had planned for that day – except dinner. So when I came out of the library, I strolled into one direction and just kept going. That’s how I found some great things and places I wouldn’t have found otherwise.
About two streets away from the library, I found this cute little art shop. They sold a creative of creative products, ranging from tote bags to greeting cards. There was one card in particular that I found rather amusing, so I couldn’t help but snap a quick picture of it.
Even though I have no idea what Busáras is, I’ve always been a sucker for puns and linguistic humour.
By now, the rain had stopped falling from the sky, which I was very thankful for. My shoes had become all wet because of the puddles on the streets and my coat was drenched as well. I managed to find a place to dry myself, though.
Somehow, I ended up at Dublinia. This is a museum right next to Christ Church Cathedral, entirely devoted to the history of the Vikings in Ireland. I hadn’t originally planned to go here, and I hadn’t even heard of this place before passing by, but it looked like an interesting place to visit. I went in.
The museum itself was a very interactive and informing place to spend some time. There were wax remakes of Vikings, you could spell your own name in ancient runes, and there was even a range of Viking clothing you could try on.
After this refreshing change of pace from the whole walking around in the rain without a clue as to where I’m going thing, I took the opportunity to climb the adjacent and accompanying St Michael’s Tower. This led to a great vantage point with pretty cool views of Dublin.
Having done everything on my list and more, I decided it was about time to head back to my hostel and freshen up. I walked along the river Liffey for quite a while, as my hostel wasn’t quite in the city centre. I rediscovered a coffee bar I had been to a couple of days before, and decided to hop in and come to my senses in there.
The bar’s name is Dwarf Jar. They don’t have a website, but they do have a Facebook page. If you’re ever in Dublin and looking for a great, cozy place to drink coffee or tea and eat something, this is where you’ll want to go. My favourite was the chai latte, at my trusty seat by the window.
My view while I was enjoying my chai latte. It’s surprisingly fun to just sit and watch people hurry off to their destinations.
Aside from dinner, this was the last exciting thing that happened on day 4 of my adventure. I returned to my hostel, freshened up, and sat in the hallway editing my video and checking my dinner reservation. While I was sitting there, I met a young Swedish woman by the name of Ana. She was sleeping in the adjacent room and I had a nice talk with her.
For my last night in Dublin, I decided to have dinner at a pub not far from my hostel. This was pretty much the only healthy dinner I had during my five days there. I decided to go for a vegetarian curry, and it was better than I had expected. Again, there were problems with finding money, because the pub’s machine wouldn’t accept my card. It all worked out in the end, though.
Soon after, I went back to the hostel and got to sleep early for once. This was the only night that I was all alone in my 6-person room. I enjoyed the well-needed quiet night and drifted away to sleep peacefully.
Thank you for reading this second-to-last blog update post! Sorry these last couple posts are a little bit late, the past days have been quite busy.
-S
A day of walking, having lunch in a playground and making mistakes. Welcome to today’s update post!
As per usual, I woke up about an hour before my alarm would have gone off because of my rowdy roommates. As soon as my bunkmate found out that I was awake because of her friend’s alarm, she came down to ask me to borrow my charger and adapter. I would later find out that that wasn’t actually my smartest decision ever (but more on that later).
My morning was pretty much the same as yesterday: I took a shower, headed down for breakfast and came back up to get ready for my plans of the day. Today’s schedule: Kilmainham Gaol and Guinness Storehouse. And also stressing out because I had never taken the tram before (at least not abroad).
According to my schedule, I had all morning to do the tour in Kilmainham Gaol. While planning my trip, I thought this was a bit much, but it turned out that I actually needed it after all. Not because the tour took that long, but because I had been very stupid; I forgot to buy my tickets online.
Now I have no idea how this happened, because I even sent some e-mails to the staff about photography permits and student price reductions. I must have thought I had booked my tour as well, but when I actually got there, I realized I didn’t have a reservation for this place in my little folder with printed reservations. I started looking through my e-mails, only to realize that I hadn’t actually made one.
Panic started kicking in. Employees told me that there were no spots left on any tour until 2:30 and there was no way they could squeeze me in anywhere. The staff at reception told me I could go check out the free museum, which I did. It was okay, but there was nothing spectacular in there. That is, until I heard a girl from Belgium tell her friends there was going to be an extra highlight tour at 10:30, which would take about 30 minutes.
The tour that I thought I was supposed to be at started at 9:30, and by now it was 10:20. So I rushed to reception and asked if there were any spots left on that tour. I was extremely happy when the clerk told me there was one more spot. So I bought a ticket, and I got what I wanted in the end.
The tour itself was really nice, even though we only got to see the highlights. Our tour guide was interesting and funny (and his accent wasn’t half as bad as about everyone else here).
On my way from Kilmainham Gaol to the Guinness Storehouse, I passed a supermarket, where I decided to buy a sandwich and a drink. Having done this, I started looking for a place to eat lunch. I quickly found one: a more or less deserted playground in a residential area. The swing looked like as good a place as any to eat, so I sat down and got right to it.
Following this adventurous lunch was my tour in the Guinness Storehouse. You know, the place where they make (well, used to make) the bitter, dark brown beer all Irishmen and -women seem to love. Luckily, I didn’t forget to book and print my tickets for this one, because there was a substantial queue for at-the-door tickets.
The tour consisted of a number of parts: some general information about the brewing process, a tasting experience, a Guinness advertisement history, a bar at the top floor (with a cool 360° view) and a merchandise shop.
This was the part of the tour you’d probably most imagine when someone tells you about a tour in a beer brewery. There were videos, panels with information, pictures and even some interactive bits. There’s really not that much to tell about this part of the tour, so let’s just move on.
This is what you might imagine when you hear stories about guided tours, and at the same time it’s really not. Having ascended to the second floor of the building, the staff had us queue for about ten minutes before being allowed into a special tasting room. At the end of a corridor lit with red striplights, there was a white room with four pillars around the room. Each of the pillars let out a vapour of one of the four main ingredients in beer.
After some explanation on how to taste Guinness (“You have to use your whole tongue; the tip for the sweetness, the middle and sides for the bitterness and the back for something else”), they led us into the next, less lit room. We all received about a shot glass’ worth of Guinness to put our new tasting knowledge to the test. I honestly tried very hard, but I couldn’t manage to taste anything other than what I had tasted the day before in the pub.
This was without a doubt the most thought-invoking, funniest part of the whole tour. Before getting to the third floor, I thought the main part of this would be about how Guinness advertised their brand in the past and update said marketing strategy – and the majority of this floor was like that. But there was one corner where visitors could find the most hilarious and weird-looking constructions, one of them being a man-sized fish riding on a bicycle.
Along with this mechanical weirdness was a quote: “A woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle.” I guess that the fish makes sense when you think this quote was right there, but still. WHAT HAS ANY OF THAT GOT TO DO WITH GUINNESS?
Beside this amusing fish, there was another thing that at first sight had nothing to do with it. It was a construction of an oyster, that had supposedly come to life, that whistled. Once again, both hilarious and terrifying. However, this one did seem to have a little bit of a backstory behind it. Apparently, back in the early days of Guinness, they found out that stout and seafood was a great combination. So, they started advertising for this combination. The whistling oyster was a part of that.
Of course, you can’t just come take the brewery tour and then not drink a pint of beautifully crafted and tapped Guinness. Luckily, there was a complimentary pint for everyone over eighteen, so everyone went to the bar on the top floor and enjoyed a cold beer. The views were quite impressive, but I couldn’t get my phone camera to focus decently so I just took a picture of my Guinness.
Update: I’m still not sure whether I like the taste of Guinness or not. It has something really bittersweet to it, and I don’t know if I like that. The actual experience of drinking Guinness is nice, though. It has a really soft feel to it. It’s hard to explain.
After these two tours, I decided to head back to my hostel. My plan was to work on my travel video and blog updates for a while. This was when I found out that my roommate had been a bit of a sly fox. As I told you in the introduction, I lent her my phone charger and adapter. When I got back, only my charger was lying on my bed. I thought the adapter might have fallen somewhere. I looked on the floor, between my sheets and even under my mattress, but I couldn’t find it.
She took it back with her to Colombia. At least, that’s what I’m assuming. Either way, I had to go buy a new adapter at reception. Now that I have it, though, everything is okay again.
My place for dinner was The Brazen Head. They pride themselves in being the oldest pub of Ireland, serving customers since 1198 according to their website. Anyway, I had some trouble finding a table that was free, as I didn’t actually get a reservation. You see, exciting and beautiful as the website may be, I couldn’t manage to find where to actually make a reservation online.
So, I decided to hang out at the bar for a little while until a table cleared up. Luckily, I didn’t have to wait very long, and eventually I was able to settle down next to a travelling couple from Catalonia. I ordered the beef chili and boy, was I glad that the order included some mild sauce to soothe the senses. It was very spicy, but very tasty as well.
Update: it’s 11:24 and I’m lying on my bed. About half an hour ago, I found out that I wasn’t going to be alone tonight after all. (all my roommates from yesterday left) A Norwegian guy named Bruno just came in and told me about himself. He’s a nice guy looking for work in Dublin.
Anyway, thank you for reading this daily update! I hope you enjoyed.
-S
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