Another day discovering Dublin
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November 8th, 2006 – by: Maureenie
Today I had actually picked a few places I wanted to see. The first was the Dublin Writers' Museum. I had a hell of a time finding this place. It seemed kind of hidden to me. I spent at least two hours in here, and it's not even that big. I was just SO excited to see exhibits with first editions of all of these writers I've been so interested in growing up.
After that I walked down to the other side of the river looking for churches. Again, a lot of time was spent getting confused by the streets, getting distracted by clothing stores, and waiting to cross streets with heavy traffic. One of the Dubliners' favorites things to do, I think, besides smoke a lot and drink a lot, is jay-walking.
I went to a little cafe called "Fresh" that I found in my little book thingy that claimed to have "wholesome" food that you can get "without inflicting much financial damage." It was inside the Powerscourt Townhosue on Claredon Street (another mall.
It was so cold that I didn't want to walk around much more, so I went back to the church a little early and looked around. Again, absolutely wonderful architecture that made me cry. I stayed for "Evensong," which I'd never been to before, which was kind of like mass, but the choir and the priests sing the whole thing. The choir of seven or eight boys was INCREDIBLE (some of the guys were better sopranos than me!), but I didn't like the feeling of being so remote from the service.
I had wanted to go see some Irish music and dancing for free at this hotel by the river, but I found out it didn't start until 9, and it was about 6:30 and I had nowhere to spend the time inbetween, and it was getting very, very cold out. So I decided to skip it, get dinner, and go to bed early. I ate a short dinner at some not-so-great Italian restaurant on O'Connell. It wasn't so bad because there weren't a lot of people in there to make me feel bad about eating alone, but I decided it's much nicer to eat alone in a cafe or something where you don't have a waitress. But if you do have someone serving you and you're alone, it's kind of awkward because you have all that time inbetween when you order and when your food arrives that you're SUPPOSED to spend talking to the person you're with where you just have to hang out and look at the wall.
Then I went back the hostel and sat there wondering why I didn't feel stupid about being twenty years old, and sitting on my bed reading a book instead of going out and being crazy in Dublin.
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