Yo, Loyal Readers,
We’re back!
The day began with an email from SAS saying our flight home was cancelled. I got on the phone to their help number and waited almost an hour to talk to someone. The music was to groove to, though, admittedly the 20th time your heard the same loop it was a bit overdone.
I had 4 options ready if they were willing. The first was in business class direct to Newark. Sven, who answered the call, responded to that with a redirection play — through Charlotte. I then went to option 2: direct to Philadelphia (possibly America’s most difficult airport in terms of service). Sven had to leave me for a few moments, then came back and double-checked the flight number and said he could put us on that! Hooray!
It turned out better than the original plan.
I met TK, Bitch & Mrs, and RR for breakfast. The Lemon Jelly. It was quite good. 2 for 2 on breakfasts here in Dublin.
After seeing everyone else off to the airport, we headed toward the sites. First we had another cup of coffee, this at Cafe Nero — a Starbucks similar chain. Then off to Dublinia.
For those of you who don’t know, Dublin is a Viking city. In the 9th century they settled here, where there wasn’t much, and first had a winter home, then a full-fledged establishment. It wasn’t till the other Vikings, the Anglo-Normans, conquered them in the 12th c did the Vikings lose their command of the city.
This is a prelude to the fact that our first excursion of the day was to Dublinia, an interactive Viking experience.
This is, of course, Sven. The guy who took my call at SAS this morning. :)
It was good, though a 3-story walk. 🥲
Here’s the highlight, if blogger.com will let me upload it.
Then we tried to figure out how much was on our Leap cards (the public transit pass here), and found a shop that put 5€ on them for us. It turned out to be just enough.
Then we wanted a snack and RR saw this churro shop.
Turns out churros are only a delivery system for that chocolate sauce on the side. And the “Traditional Spanish Hot Chocolate” seemed to just be a bigger cup of the dipping sauce. 😁
It turned out both Dublin Castle and the Trinity Library were closed today. The first for a state function we were not invited to! 😡
There was shopping in at least two venues (I got nothing; tell you anything?) and then back to the hotel to rest our puppies before dinner.
This was (my version) the discussion about going to dinner. “Do we have to walk that far? Can’t we take something?” “Google says it’s best to just walk.” “But it seems a long way.” “I can figure out a way to make it less walking.” “That sounds good.” So, we get on the bus four blocks from the hotel, get off 3 stops down, then back up the street a block to the street we want. “Aren’t we backtracking? Why did we do this?” “To save steps.” “It seems easier to just walk straight from the hotel.” 🙄
Oh. And this. I reupped the room for the night this morning after finding out about our flight. But I gave them room 520. We were in 518. DBrolaw was in 520. I was there when Mrs D checked in Friday afternoon and ever since was confused about our room number. So we come back from our day and the keys don’t work. I’m like, huh. Then I check and it works in 520. 😂
Oh. And this. We stopped at the front desk on our way to dinner to ask for some things. The staff person asked where we were going and I said and he gave a blank look. Doesn’t get out much. Then he offered that there was a big buffet place nearby for 26€. He said the whole first floor was food. I’m not sure what we looked like that he was recommending such a over abundance of food, but we reminded him we had reservations elsewhere.
The place is called Baraza. It was excellent. Here’s your food porn.
I shot the rubbish around him (from the noodle shop to the right) as those pigeons were being harassed by a seagull for the food. A guy was chasing the seagull away and it was talking to him about it. 😂
Gino’s gelato shop was mildly busy. RR took a pic.
She had the peach sorbet. Which she approved of.
And then back to the hotel to rest up for a maybe uneventful day (though airports are always tricky these days) and a direct flight back home.
Rah.
It’s been a great trip. Wonderful time in London. Great time in Ireland. Great golf courses. Great company. And some really good housing (not always true when using flats or houses). A fun, successful trip. Now, to get home.
Next trip? Cape Cod? Fenway Park. Thanks for reading, Dear Readers.
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