I get to the hostel I am staying at for the next tonight’s, Isaac’s, eating some toast and marmalade and the first song to play when I sit down, “Nothing Compares 2 U.” Held my breath for something off Joshua follow to follow.

I’m running on the hour and a half of sleep I got on the plane ride here; my flight left at 6:50 which meant I had to leave the house at four. It’s cold here. But I guess people don’t come to Dublin for the weather. What do they come here for? Whiskey? Guinness? I guess the reason I wanted to be here a few days before the rest of the company was for the Irish, the people.

I went through a period in high school where I was fully enchanted by anything Irish, this was around the time the movie Far and Away came out. Not ashamed to say I fully enjoyed that movie. It was also a time that I would sit in my room burning incense and reading Ray Bradbury and Michael Crichton under my black light and glow-in-the-dark ceiling of stars with the Cranberries yodeling in the background of my consciousness at about the decibel level of a garbage disposal. I went through a similar phrase in college, albeit everything African.

So, now I am In Ireland for the first time! I would love to travel the western part of the country and experience those cliffs(I will be back for that), but today and tomorrow I’ll get to know the city a little and its people and probably a bit of its whiskey. By recommendation of a genuine ginger Irish friend I’ll probably feed the ducks in Stephens’ Green:

“Dublin can be heaven with coffee at eleven and a stroll in Stephens’ Green”

I already had a cup of coffee. Any more on this little sleep will just make me feel anxious. Now I wait for my laundry I couldn’t do yesterday since I came back from Holland in the late afternoon. Maybe I take a nap, like the girl on the couch. Gather, gather, gather steam for the pub crawl later tonight.