She said (Day 2 in Dublin)

Wren here at the computer tonight.  We spent another day in Dublin.  Typical of Irish weather, it was a glorious sunny day . . . .  several times today, usually for about 15 minutes at a shot.  The rest of the time was various stages of misty to pouring buckets.  Needless to say, both of us, in spite of the fact that we were having a blast, suffered from bad hair day today.

We started the day today trying to drive to the Park and Ride because it was raining too hard to walk the half mile to the light rail station.  All I can say about that is that I am glad it is Rick and not I driving on the wrong side of the road, on roads that were designed by Spyrograph and driven by complete EEDGITS, while listening to a GPS that sounds like an Uptight Julie Andrews.  Phrases like "Please keep to the pink route on the screen" from her were often answered by Gaelic responses from the driver.  The difference, I would say, between USA and Ireland, is that in the USA, we'd have gotten some interesting comments from other motorists.  Here, we get people looking at us and shaking their heads with a sad expression on their faces.

We finally parked and WALKED, took the rail.  Our first stop was St. Patrick's Cathedral, where we communed in an 800 year old cathedral church built near the reported site of St. Patrick's well, where he baptized the nobility and other converts in the 5th century.

Our next stop was a museum called "Dublinia", which depicted the Viking and Medieval history of the city.  Rick has some great shots from that I'm sure he will be sharing at a later time.

Dublin Castle was our next stop. Originally built by the Royals to provide PRESENCE while they were in Dublin on matters of English Rule, it was turned over to the Republic of Ireland when the southern counties gained independent status.  It was here that, after Hurricane Charlie knocked down an old tower once used for storing gunpowder, that fascinating archeological artifacts were found depicting the city's life dating back to the Vikings.  More recently, we found evidence of Rick's ancestry connections dating to 1800.

After all of that walking and fun, we came back to the Hotel for a quick bite, and now we are winding down.  Tomorrow Galway.

P.S.  I'm glad we have separate beds.  The Irish are usually smaller than my 6 foot plus Celt.  The beds don't come in King Size.  (Tomorrow I want to get a picture of him next to the Hot Wheels micro car we rented from Hertz.