Lost in Dublin

Yup. I got lost in Dublin. We went to St. Patrick's Cathedral on September 6th, beautiful place, I said a prayer there and bought a St. Patrick pendant, and then...no one else from my group was there. Not such a bad thing, as our director had said we were free after the cathedral, so I asked the curator person for directions to the Orthodox church in Dublin, figuring that I could visit that church as well.


...turns out, there's TWO Orthodox churches in Dublin. I got directions to both of them, the Romanian and the Russian. I headed out towards the Russian one, and I thought I was going the right way. I asked for further directions from several people, who didn't know where the church was. Then, I saw a green dome in the distance! A beautiful, sea-foam color! I immedietely went up to an old man sitting by the river and asked what the church was. He mumbled something quickly and pointed me towards the next bridge down, which would take me straight there.

Not the Orthodox church. Very pretty, though! Then I saw another church in the distance, and went towards THAT one! It was a smaller church, brick, with a stone and metal fence. Church of St. Kevin. Not the Orthodox church.

By then, I had no idea where I was, so I started walking in the direction of the river. Then I met another older man, and asked which direction the Millenium Spire was (that was one landmark that I knew for sure). He said, "Oh, yeah, O'Connell Street! Ye go down this road a ways, just keep goin' straight, it's quite the walk."

He was right. It was indeed quite the walk. I asked other people for directions along the way, to make sure that I was still going in the right direction. Finally, an hour and forty minutes later, I made it back to the hostel. Thanks to St. Patrick for his intercessions on my behalf, and thanks be to God for getting me home.

It's Guinness time.

--Kae