Londoners in Dublin

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My name may be Riley, but that doesn’t mean I’m Irish in the slightest. At most, I’m Polish! But who said you have to be Irish to go to Ireland? Exactly, no one! So thus Jen and I traveled to Dublin on the most budgeted trip I have ever been and will ever be on. Can you say RyanAir and hostels? I’m already shuddering from the memories that are rushing back.

Let’s back up a little bit, though. Going to London, I had little to no intention of going anywhere else. Nothing was pre-planned except the vague desire to go to Disneyland Paris (because, seriously, why not?). So when Jen approached me about going to Dublin, I was on the fence. I told my parents about the idea and they alerted me to the fact that Dublin had a high crime rate and that it was extremely dangerous (you know, like any big city), to keep it short and simple. Naturally, like anyone else receiving that sort of information, I was extremely freaked out and against going to Dublin from that point forward.

Somehow, and I’m still not really sure how, Jen convinced me that it was going to be fine, we wouldn’t get mugged, and we’d return to London unscathed. For some reason, I believed her. It was coming up to 3 weeks until the weekend we’d prepared to go and we still hadn’t planned anything. We were looking for cheap because we still wanted to do one more trip (somewhere in Jen’s convincing me I tossed in a ‘if I go to Dublin you’re going to Paris’ deal), so we decided RyanAir was the way to go.

If you ask any study abroad student, they will tell you RyanAir is the cheapest way to see Europe and the UK. I believe it was only 70 pounds each for the roundtrip plane ticket from London Gatwick (a lovely little airport) to Dublin! The only thing with RyanAir is that, though their tickets may be cheap, you have to pay for everything else. There’s no free food or drink; you have to cough up money for that too. If you bring a bag bigger than they allow, you’ll pay for that too. If you don’t print out your boarding pass beforehand and check-in online at least 2 hours before your flight, you’ll get charged more. So, my advice is to make sure you’ve done everything right, even call RyanAir to make sure, before you get to the airport to find out you’re paying 100 pounds more than you anticipated. It’s annoying, sure, but that’s what you get with cheap flights!

With the thought that RyanAir was cheap, I was expecting everyone to be on top of each other without any room to myself. Fortunately, it was like a normal airplane seat in that I had about as much room as any other airplane seat would have on a normal airline like British Airways. Jen and I were seated 10 rows apart on the way to Dublin, which wasn’t ideal for my ounce of flight anxiety, but luckily the girls seated next to me were also study abroad students and also quite nice.

Now, this has nothing to do with RyanAir in particular (or maybe it does, depending on who you ask), but the flight to Dublin tested every ounce of control I had in me. First, the anxiety of budget flying had me a bit nervous up until we were in the air. The flight itself was completely normal and uneventful, thank God, but when we were right over Dublin, the captain deemed it unsafe to land and turned around to land in Liverpool. Naturally, this caused a bit of a ruckus in the plane and a lot of unhappy campers began to complain. At this point, I just wanted to leave so I wouldn’t have to get back up into the air, but of course that wasn’t an option. The girls next to me pretty much fed into my anxiety as they repeatedly told each other they hated flying, wanted to get off, etc. etc. But, instead of having a nice freak out, I took deep breaths and stared out at Liverpool’s beautiful blue sky. I kinda wished I could stay, but I kept telling myself Dublin would be nice. Dublin would be wonderful. And it was.

But then, after about an hour of waiting, we were off again to find Dublin once more. I’m not sure how the captain deemed Dublin’s weather flyable because when he told us were descending to land, all we could see were dense white clouds. Then, all of a sudden, BOOSH our wheels hit the ground and we were somehow landed amongst the fog that had been too thick to land in before. Everyone in the cabin clapped in relief that we were alive and safely landed. Meanwhile, I just breathed because I was out of the air once more.

Our 7 AM flight to Dublin had promised us a full day of exploring, but with all of the hubbub above we arrived at our hostel just in time for dinner and a couple hours of walking. Once out of the airport, we hopped on an Airline bus to center city Dublin and stopped at Ushers Quay to get to our hostel, Four Courts Hostel. From the very start, the staff at FCH were super welcoming and wonderful to us, two wide-eyed college students alone in (yet another) foreign country. FCH felt homey in that nothing was extremely new; it all looked recycled and well-used, comfortable. There was a common area with computers, a breakfast room for the free continental breakfast each morning, a downstairs with books and a Wii, and naturally the rooms upstairs. They had 3 floors and an elevator to get to those floors.

Our room was a 6-person mixed gender room, which we chose only because the 4-person female room was sold out. We entered the room to find we already had one roommate, a guy, who seemed to be staying there for a long term stay. With us there, we made up half of the roommates allotted to the room. By the time we left to explore, our other roommates hadn’t joined us yet. A part of me hoped they wouldn’t.

We went to a pub down the street from FCH that claims to be the oldest in Ireland and had some delicious dinner food. Jen ordered a Guinness stew (DELICIOUS), whereas I ordered a chicken tikka masala sandwich (ALSO DELICIOUS). Afterwards, we explored O’Connell Street, bought some amazing hot chocolate at Baker’s, and hopped into quite a few department stores decorated for Christmas. Everything was so delightful and it made me feel a part of the city.

One of the unconventional things we did during our stay in Dublin was see a movie at the theater: Mockingjay, Part One to be exact. In our defense, the theater was close to the hostel and only 7 euros/10 dollars, whereas a movie in London (at least in Leicester Square) is circa 14 pounds/20 dollars. I’ll save you the time and say that Mockingjay wasn’t the most amazing movie (Catching Fire was so much better), but it was certainly worth seeing if you plan on seeing the series through to the end.

Among other things on the list of exploration we visited Christ Church, St. Patrick’s, the Guinness Storehouse, multiple museums, countless shops, the Book of Kells at Trinity College, and so many other things in a surprisingly short amount of time. To save you the agonizing details, I’ll describe each thing rather briefly:

Christ Church: a beautiful old church not too far from FCH with gorgeous statues, woodwork, and a fascinating crypt included in the price of admission.

St. Patrick’s: we didn’t go in because we did this on our last day with a flight at 4, but the outside and accompanying courtyard were absolutely breathtaking. It certainly helped that the sky was bluer than I’ve ever seen.

Guinness Storehouse: Guinness is disgusting, just going to throw that out there, but the storehouse museum itself is pretty cool. With the price of your ticket (if you’re over 18), you get a free pint of Guinness that I only finished three sips of. Tip: they tell you the key to drinking Guinness and enjoying it is holding the glass with your arm at a right angle, inhaling, and taking a large sip past the head to let the flavors coat your tongue. Pro-tip: it still tastes pretty rank no matter which way you drink it.

Grafton Street & O’Connell Street: a lot of websites will tell you not to go here because of the supposed pickpocketers, but I didn’t see any nor did I encounter any. Jen and I just went into a bunch of stores and enjoyed the decorations, including a cute Disney store on Grafton. They have some pretty amazing shopping malls in Dublin, too, so check those out as well.

The Book of Kells @ Trinity College: the Book of Kells is an amazing thing to behold, but boy is it small. The set-up for it is fantastic, so many snippets of history no one tells you about regarding the book, but then when you finally see it it’s a bit underwhelming. Don’t let that keep you away from it, though; it’s still pretty cool! And, from there, you can go into Trinity College’s library where they have a bunch of little exhibits regarding different genres of literature. For a literature nerd, it was enjoyable.

Queen of Tarts: the cutest bakery and cafe I have ever been to that offers the best soup and sandwiches I’ve ever had (sorry, Panera). Jen and I happily spent 3 hours here drinking tea and enjoying our chicken sandwiches with carrot soup. Everything is homemade, and you’ll never want to leave, trust me.

Other than those highlights, I’m sure we did plenty more ordinary things that were fun to us but meaningless to others. Plus, we were only there Thursday-Saturday, so there wasn’t a whole of room to explore extensive areas. All of the places I mentioned above are within walking distance of FCH, which is helpful because I had no idea how the bus system worked in Dublin. Even though it was cold, all we needed were hats and gloves with our coats and we were golden.

The people in Dublin were probably some of my favorites. No matter where we went, they were accommodating and so friendly. The guy at the pub that first night was very nice and eased us through pub etiquette in Ireland (in terms of paying and tipping at least), the guy selling tickets for the Book of Kells asked where we were from and held a wonderful conversation with us about the United States, and of course the people at FCH were wonderfully friendly, constantly joking with us and making us feel welcome. Websites and people in general may tell you that Dublin has an alarming crime rate and all that, which may be true, but we certainly didn’t see it. I would go back in a heartbeat and, if I do, I’ll be sure to get the Guinness stew and visit a castle or two.

P.S. the RyanAir flight back to London was effortless and Jen and I somehow managed to be seated next to each other. No stops in Liverpool! Rest assured, though, I won’t be willingly taking RyanAir anytime soon or in the future. I like my free snacks.

Day ?? – So… I’ve Been Sick

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No, I have not forgotten what number day it is! I have forgotten, though, how long each of these blog posts takes to write and how little time I actually have in the day. So with that in mind… I’ve realized that daily blogging isn’t exactly realistic with the amount of reading and writing I’ve been having to do even in these two weeks; prepare for less posts (BOOOOO). However, there is also another reason I haven’t been posting anything. If you’ve read the title, you probably already know… I’ve been sick.

Yes, you’ve heard me correctly! I contracted the wonderfully contagious “fresher’s flu” that usually hits hardest in the first year students because they party hardy every single night during welcome week. I was not one of those people, yet I still caught the disease. Thankfully, I don’t have to bear it alone because my whole flat is coughing up a collective lung (not to mention the symphony of mucus-laden coughs and gags during the Shakespeare lecture last Friday)! I still wonder where I got the illness from, though… a girl has to wonder.

Before I drowned in a mix of hot tea, cold medicine, and mucus, I had a pretty enjoyable weekend. Jen, Danielle, Nicole, and I all headed out to London Chinatown on Saturday night to get some fancy-pantsy dinner (at a reasonable price) and other things around the area. Once we left dinner at the Golden Phoenix (or something like that; there were many-colored phoenix restaurants), we had no idea what to do. Planning is everything, friends! We walked into what claimed to be the oldest bar in London, saw it was too busy, and promptly left. We wandered into a frozen yogurt place accurately named Snog (sarcasm), met an Australian guy who thought Texas and Pennsylvania were close to each other, and saw a West End show. Wait, what? You saw another show?! Yes! At around 7:30, we weren’t sure what we wanted to do to end the evening. We looked down the street and, as if placed there by angels, “Shakespeare in Love” presented itself. So, we figured, why not check out what seats they have available right before the show starts?! Long story short, we got decent seats for 15 pounds. Pretty amazing, if I say so myself, especially for a Saturday! The show was FANTASTIC and I loved it so so so much. I would definitely recommend it; for Shakespeare fans, it’s HILARIOUS. For non-Shakespeare fans but fans of good theater, it’s HILARIOUS. Either way, you’re winning!

Saturday was pretty awesome, so naturally Sunday had to be the beginning of my sickness. Jen and I pretty much did homework all day seeing as we both had copious amounts of reading for classes on Monday, and towards the end of the night I began to get a runny nose. I had been complaining about a scratchy throat for a day or two, but the nose thing was new and completely unwelcome. I remember Jen saying something like “I swear if you get sick I’m disowning you” to which I replied “Trust me, I think it’s just a weather thing I’ll be fine.”

No, you won’t be fine, Riley. You just won’t be.

I woke up Monday morning not being able to breathe. My nose was congested and my voice sounded blocked up, the perfect recipe for a cold! With these wonderful thoughts in mind, and no medicine with which to doctor myself, I trudged off to class. Though, I will say, I did take an ibuprofen for my throat pain and all of the tissue packs I had on my person. Needless to say, I barely had enough tissues for the whole day.

Now, Mondays are my worst days in terms of class because I pretty much run from 11 until 5 with crummy one hour breaks in between.  With this cold as my cross, Monday was even more atrocious. I attempted to get some medicine in between class by travelling to each of the three campus stores, but none of them had anything worth my pounds. The line in the bookstore was too long for me to give it a fair look, but it’s safe to say their wares were probably too expensive. Such is London.

After I suffered through all of my classes and refused to talk because of my disgusting voice, I convinced Jen to travel to Sainsbury’s and Budgens to find medicine. I ended up buying, after much deliberation, “Sainsbury’s Max Strength Cold & Flu Day & Night” (wow so generic) which is pretty much Dayquil/Nyquil and some Sudafed Nasal Spray for my terrible sinus congestion. One of my flatmates was sweet enough to give me a box of her tissues, but the day proved to me that I would need much more than just one box. Therefore, I bought two boxes of Kleenex, one called “balsam mansize” (what I’m assuming to be the lotion kind) and a normal one. Both were softer than the toilet paper and napkins I had been using, obviously, so they were both cherished.

Two days later, I am feeling much better. The cold has moved down to my throat where it kills me with random coughs that make people jump (trust me, it actually happened today on the Tube). My wonderful friend Nicole bought me some cough medicine because we have twillnesses (twin illnesses… too much?), so that has been helping somewhat.

Cold aside, I actually did some cool things today as well. Nicole and I went to Chiswick House for our Architecture class today, a trip with a travel time of about 50 minutes by Tube. It was pretty cool, kinda bland, but I guess that’s what Lord Burlington was going for when he attempted to revive the Italian Renaissance in England. After Chiswick House, I had to travel to Blackfriars to get to Shakespeare’s Globe as I had bought a ticket for “The Comedy of Errors.” I was nervous about travelling there on my own, but I survived unscathed! I feel like a true Londoner. I may have arrived to the show 20 minutes late, but I can’t say enough how cool the Globe is. I had a standing seat (LOL) and everyone literally just stands in front of the stage. It is so cool! The show itself was hilarious (and the guys in it weren’t that bad to look at either) and I am so glad I went, even if I was late. Growing experiences, yay! I will say, my favorite part of the show was when two of the guards came out and did a silent filler scene. An explosion had just happened onstage, making one of the statues’ heads break off. The one guard picked up the head and held it in the air Hamlet-style, looking at the other with a knowing look. Everyone was chuckling; ha-ha, Shakespeare joke in a Shakespeare play ha-ha. But the real kicker was when both of the guards picked up brooms that were lying on the ground, put them between their legs, and tossed the head between them LIKE QUIDDITCH. Everyone in the crowd cheered and clapped; how cool is it that Shakespearean actors incorporated Harry Potter into one of their plays? INCREDIBLY COOL!

To end the post, I will say a few things: Even though I won’t be doing daily blogs, I will still try and keep this blog updated at least weekly. You guys (especially my family and friends) deserve to know what’s been going on! Hopefully this post sufficed. See you next time!