My last few days in Ireland were very busy filled with writing essays, which I hadn’t really had to do for eight months, Christmas shopping, and attempting to do everything I hadn’t done yet in Ireland.
On my last Thursday, I to the DART train to Dún Laoghaire (pronounced Dun Leary), a pretty little port town 20 minutes south of Dublin. The goals of this trip were to see Dun Laoghaire, take some pictures, and try to find my Dad something “older than America”, which was his request for a Christmas present. Brooke went with me and we took some fun pictures on the pier, but it was windy and absolutely freezing. So picture taking didn’t last very long.
Windy Medusa hair
Best picture of the day: crown of thorns
We ran into the town and looked around the main street. It was full of the Irish standard locksmith-shoe repair combination stores, but all the antique stores were just jewelry stores, so no luck finding anything. Then it started to rain, and Brooke and I ran into a fish and chips restaurant so I could have my last dish of delicious, seaside Irish fish and chips. They were scrumptious of course. For some reason the restaurant was completely empty and it played absurd music, though I can’t remember exactly what. It was probably just standard pop music, like Backstreet Boys or something.
Massive pigeons. Dun Laoghaire, like everything else in Ireland, is clearly built for defense.
Midday traffice jam, life-size suspended sleigh decorations.
We went to the Dún Laoghaire mall after that and there was some kind of choral group with dogs, which was nice. Why they were caroling at 1 pm on a Thursday was beyond me, but the dogs were cute. We still didn’t get anything, but we had fun. Then we left the mall and of course there was a traffic jam at 2 pm because no one works. It didn’t matter of course because we were taking a train. Again it was freezing, so we scurried back to the station and went back to Dublin, concluding my last day trip in Ireland.
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