In this week's post, Brandon lands in Dublin and gets acquainted with his new neighborhood.
After a 5-hour flight from Providence, Rhode Island, long enough to eat one very mediocre, in-flight vegetarian meal and fruitlessly attempt to fall asleep amid heavy turbulence, I finally landed in Dublin International Airport. I will be honest: my first impression of Ireland was not overwhelmingly positive. Although it was 8:00 in the morning, the sun had yet to come up (a fact that is apparently normal), and the weather outside could be best described as cold, windy, and drizzly.
A lot of the doors are painted in cool colors like this on South Circular Road.
Pushing aside encroaching jetlag, I followed my group as we were bundled into an awaiting Griffith taxi. Almost immediately, our driver single-handedly reversed my post-flight irritability. This was my first experience with an Irish local, and I must say, I was amazed by his excitement and willingness to take me on a whirlwind, verbal tour of central Dublin's greatest landmarks.Continue Reading