Yup. I'm in Ireland, another one of my ancestral countries. So far, so awesome! We took the ferry across from Holyhead, made jokes about "Irish ferries", and the ferry ride in itself was worth coming to the UK. I've realized that the reason I get travel-sick is because I can't feel the movement of actually going anywhere (big cars, big planes, big boats) but as long as it's bumpy, as long as I can feel the movement, I'm fine (smaller cars, trains, small planes, small boats. So, I stayed out on the deck the entire ride. It was windy. Sea spray was everywhere. My glasses got so covered in salt that I couldn't see. The deck rolled underneath me like a large animal turning in its sleep. Unless I was walking or grabbing the rail, I was on the brink of falling on my bum. I loved it.
When we got to Dublin, we check into our hostel. I love this hostel. The rooms are comfy, the beds are great, I slept like a rock last night, and in the morning, there's a free breakfast that tops any continental breakfast in any hotel. They practically force food on you - eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns, beans, cereal, coffee, tea, bread, fruit, juice - great breakfast!
Dublin itself reminds me of Chicago, the big, busy streets, horns honking, shops everywhere, and large buildings of historic value. The night life is all down in the Temple Bar district, where I just might end up going tonight :)
I've been in the UK for almost a week now, and I still forget that I'm in the land of Top Gear - they drive on the other side of the road! And because they drive on the other side of the road, crossing streets is very different. A lot of things are different here. Different, but somehow not scary or strange. Just different.
I could live here.
Top o' the mornin' to ye!
Kae
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