We landed in Dublin this morning. Uneventful flight: my favorite kind!
We went straight for brunch at Juniors, thanks to sasha’s suggestion.
My Irish Breakfast & Mr. T’s roasted pork belly over choucroute were great, though next time I’ll go for the French Toast half the place ordered.
We overheard the woman next to us chatting about a packout and a quick conversation with her confirmed she’s a colleague of our friends who lived in Athens. Small world.
We spent most of the day wandering, fighting the jetlag.
Things I Learned the Hard Way:
Salamanca was great 5 years ago, but is now bland and flavorless. Unjustifiably pricey.
Ireland may run on the Euro, but they don’t run on the continent’s same electricity. My duo-prong was no good in this joint. What a rookie mistake, like I’d never visited the place! Thank goodness for our hotel vending machine.
Jetlag blows. (Ok, this is a relearn.)
We have Oscar Wilde & sunsets to soften that blow.
