As I sit here in me room waiting for me water to boil, I conjure up the best moments of the day. It has been a magnificent day here in Dublin. I walked about 25km today. My feet are sore but it was worth it.
The past two days were a bit rough due to jet lag and too much alcohol. It generally takes me two or three days to get used to a new place. I met the loveliest people today. Never say that the Irish are not friendly, because that is simply not the case. Sure, I’ve ran into my share off arses here, but most of them were Poles. If you don’t mind me enquiring, what’s up with the Poles? 250,000 of them I’m told! My stepdad is a pole! 
After a glorious Irish Breakfast, I set out on the town. I went and had a lovely chat with James Joyce and Oscar Wilde. Whilst walking through council park, where Oscar Wilde’s monument is, I discovered an elderly lady with ashen grey hair. She asked me if I was okay. I said yes and thanked her. She proceed to say that I looked like a lost puppy that had finally found its home whilst smiling. She then asked where I was from, and I told her. She didn’t believe me! She said she’d never met a Yank like me before. I told her that "The Picture of Dorian Grey", by Mr. Wilde was the starting point for me, and that everything I am today and my love for the arts and for writing started with that book. We had a lovely chat and I went on about my business.
After a touching stroll through Phoenix Park, I went to Saint Patrick’s Cathedral. You cannot help but get in touch with your spiritual side, when you walk through those magnificent doors. I am a very respectful mate. I’d never do anything to offend anyone, if I could help it. I remained silent, as I walked down corridors snapping over fifty shots inside the Cathedral alone. And, I took some really cool RAW shots that’ll take me a while to compile.
About an hour after I arrived, they closed so I went on yet another walkabout thinking that I could find my way back to the Temple Bar district. I was way off base! I was getting a bit worried whilst moseying down some shady streets, when a lovely chap dressed in yellow stripes and a smile passed me pushing a buggy full of garbage. So, I said, "Pardon me, sir…Might I ask if you can direct me to the Temple Bar area?".
He moved his arm around like an old beeping radar machine, and muttered, "Ah, gash, you’re a bit away from temple bar".
"I don’t mind the walk."
"Ah, well then, go down here…about 400 metres and turn right at the light…That should get you there in a brisk ten minutes", he said whilst pointing in the general direction.
"Much obliged, sir..Thank you for the help, I said, as I shook his hand in gratitude.
"Where you from, mate?"
"The states."
"No way, I’ve never met a Yank that sounds like you", he muttered, as he was taken aback a bit.
"Ah, yeah, I’m from the states, all right…Can’t deny that."
"What part?"
"Southern…South Carolina to be exact."
"Carolina, aye…Brilliant….Now you have yourself a lovely time", he said whilst going back to work.
I finally made it to Temple Bar and had a pint of Bulmer’s. A lovely cider/beer stuff that is excellent! And then, as I was walking down the cobbled stone streets of the Temple Bar district, my eyes fel upon a gorgeous redhead playing the guitar for a few Euros. She was playing some American song. I don’t know which one. I had other things on my mind. I asked if I could take a wee picture and she laughed. She asked if I was a photographer and I said yes. She playfully still didn’t believe a word I said! She said I was a typical ‘Merkan and full of it. I love this woman! I like a woman with spunk and by god, these women have it! None of these women believe any of the hyperbole coming out of my mouth, and I really love that.
I’m going to the Cliffs of Moher on the morrow. I booked the tour with Paddy Wagon tours. I’ve heard good things about them from a brilliant blogmatey-ess. Speaking of blog matey’s, I ran into an Irish blogger on O’Connell Street today. It was the oddest thing. There I was passing Eason’s, and I saw this lad taking pictures. I will not say who he is unless I am given permission to do so, but I walked with him to the bus stop and we talked about cameras, of course.
Anyway, I’m off to have a pint before or with supper.
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Enjoy Co Clare and the Cliffs of Moher.
You dog, you!
I covet that trip you are on. But have a ball and take lots of photos. I’ll live vicariously through you.
Will you hooking up with Suzan Abraham whilst there in Dublin? And why oh why is there no photo of this cute red headed busker?
My comment was deleted!
Have a great time. I’m enjoying news of your travels also! Can’t wait to see more pics.
I believe you were in Wicklow.
The last time I went south of the DMZ they tried to steal our hubcaps while we were stopped in traffic lights. Also people tried to lure the other children into their gingerbread houses.
Here’s hoping your APC made it back and your AK didn’t jam …
Grannymar, I had a blast in the Cliffs of Moher.
Sugar Britches, you sure can!
DBA, I hope so! It has been hit or miss so far. Hopefully, I’ll catch up with her again, when I fly back into Dublin next week from Edinburgh.
BAino, what coment? Honestly, I’ve not deleted any comment. I’ll go check on the back end.
Dario, I’m not allowed to say where HeadRambles manor is. He’s got the laser pointed on my forehead. The Irish Army too!!!
…Sure, I’ve ran into my share off arses here, but most of them were Poles. If you don’t mind me enquiring, what’s up with the Poles?…
Hi JD, what was your experience with the Polish people while in Ireland, you know, the arse kind you are talking about in the above sentence. I am just curious. I lived there for 9 months and all I saw was they are the kind of people who actually turn up to work on time, work hard, and complete the job on a date they said they would. I guess when I ran into my share of arses there, it was mainly drunken English (ugh) and Irish guys/girls spilling out of the pubs…
On another note glad to hear you had great time there. It’s a pity we left before you arrived. Maybe next time.
Another question I always wanted to ask you since we weren’t able to meet face to face,
do you really talk like this —–> As I sit here in ME room waiting for ME water to boil… or is this your blog speech?
Wilde is in Merrion Square.
Gaye, why did you pick those two sentences out of an entire post? I was simply poking fun at the fact that there are a lot of polish people in Dublin! And, I had a bit of a run in with some young polish blokes in the Temple Bar district.
The question I ponder with them just like with the Mexicans in the states is, will they show up for work properly in five years. Human beings are very forgetful. We tend to forget where we come from and how grateful we should be to have what we have and work where we work. I don’t hate the Poles nor anyone else. I just see the same thing happening in the Republic that was quetly happening here a few years ago. The Mexicans just like any other influx of people has and will continue to strain and possibly break the social systems that the states have as well as those countries in the EU that offer free health care and other “Free” systems. It is up to the Irish people as to who they want in their county, not the EU!
Hope all is well. I’ll write a post soon.
Thanks for the heads up Warrior.
It is not Mexican’s fault that there is a hoard of people in the States who are ready to exploit the cheap labour. Similarly, Irish employers don’t complain if the Polish people (sorry don’t like calling a nation of people Poles) are coming to work for heaps less money than Irish counterparts who aren’t willing to work hard nor show up on time. In 5 years if they slack off, then they will not get the jobs and that will be that. No employer will actually employ someone who won’t do the job, unless noone does the job properly anyway and you have to pick the less lazy amongst the lazy…
I didn’t pick on it, you had your fair share of the arses so I wanted to hear more about that.
Ireland enjoyed a huge influx of money coming from the EU, so I don’t suppose a country can say: oh thanks for the funding but fek off I don’t want to open my doors to other EU citizens like the rest… Let’s face it noone MADE Ireland to join EU, nor any other country. It is a Republic and technically not under the thumb of any other country.
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JD, no worries, I like a good discussion, as opposed to fluffy, lovey dovey comments all the time, there are other people who will ask you about the Irish girls or how many pints of guinness were had on a night out etc.
Is it ok if I were to ask questions and say my opinion if I disagree or want to hear more from you.
Hugs and still wanting to hear, if you actually talk like your write, like an Irish person with Irish-isms? We should SKYPE one day so I can hear your voice.
I was really joking there. I had an absolutely delightful time. I only had troubles with this wee group of Polish lads in the Temple Bar district. It was nothing major. The main reason I mentioned it was because I talked to several Irish people there in Dublin that were complaining about the amount of immigrants, mainly Polish and Nigerian. I’m just trying to watch out for my cousins across the sea.
Besides, I am in the process of paying off my bills here in the states and moving to the Republic.
Of course, the first thing I have to do is secure a job. I am currently working on that. 
Every country has its problems. Home is where the heart is. I feel more at home there than I do here. And, I’ve been there enough times to know the difference between holiday and living somewhere. I know a qua zillion people too. 
I do speak their lingo mostly, but I could never sound like them. Nope, I’m a southern American.