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20090506 Barcelona

Back on the tour bus!

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I wake and Ren makes coffee and toast with honey (thanks - yum!).

She has a bunch of papers to grade (She and both her housemates teach English here), then she to go to her art studio for a bit. I want to get online for a while to post more pictures, then go take a tourist bus around the city (and take some more pictures ;).

Around lunch time, we've both reached a good break point with our "work", so Ren takes me to an all-you-can-eat buffet style restaurant (like fresh Choice). We gorge ourselves on tasty things, then go our separate ways. She said she will be back at the house this evening. I will likely be done with my tour in the evening as well. Although I might head into an area that Vicky and Lawrence said was fun. They are looking for a couple more hot spots there to see next time they are in Barca, so I was hoping to go check it out.

I walk to the tour bus stop and buy a ticket on the bus when I hop on.
I take a bunch of pictures (surprise!). Check the photo gallery for the goodies ;)

I really wanted to take the lift up to the castle Montjuic to see the amazing view and sip a caipereinha at the little cafe Vic and Law told me about. But, when i arrived there and walked up to the ticket counter, they said that the castle was closed for the day, so they were not stopping the lift there, just a round trip. And it was 11 Euros. I'll pass. Bummer.
So, I hopped on the next tour bus and finished the tour.

My camera battery died around the maritime museum, so I headed back to the house to charge it. Ren was home, and said her sister Rita and friend Chris were coming over if i wanted to stay and hang out. I was hoping to run back out to get the last tour and drop off photos, then head to the area with the nice nightlife to scope out a couple places for V&L. But this sounded fun, and even if I hang out for a bit, I will still have time to check out the club area. So, I met Rita and re-met Chris - we met at the party in Falset too. We sat around chatting for a while. chris bought a delicious cake. They are wonderful folks, and I was really happy that I stayed instead of running off in "errand" mode.

It was getting late, and i was hungry. I was afraid of missing the restaurants so i was going to take off for a few to grab a quick bite, then come back. But Rita and Chris had to go, so Ren took me to a nice restaurant and we split a couple plates of tapas and had beers and chatted until they were closing up. What a great conversation!

Back at Ren's flat, I got online for a bit to upload more pictures, then slept like a baby.

Posted by icufoundme 22:27 Archived in Spain Tagged tourist_sites Comments (0)

20090505 Barcelona

Hola Barcelona!

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We sleep in a bit. So nice. Then we get ready, leave the keys, free the critter, and head over to the cafe again to strategize. (Vicky said she saw a huge centipede in Falset - like 6"!)

V&L are heading to another hotel tonight.
Irena (Ren) who I met at the party and adored, offered her couch to me if I need a place to stay in Barcelona. So, Lawrence offers his phone so I can give Ren a call. She picks up and says the offer still stands! Woo hoo! I get her address, and she says she has to work, but I can meet her at the metro station "Jaume 1" at 9:30pm and she will take me to the house. Perfect!

At breakfast, Lawrence marks some major sites on their map, including a Sony store he spotted with his eagle eyes while we were wandering around last night. Then he gives me the map. Woo hoo! That was infinitely helpful over the next few days :)

We finish our food and part ways. (Thanks again, you two - for everything!)

I walk to the Sony store. They have the battery, but no charger or power cable. Doh! But, she says they will have the charger tomorrow. I almost bought the battery, but figured I'd wait, since it does me no good without the charger.

I walk down the street - which just happens to be "La Rambla" - a famous street of shops, artists, vendors, performers, etc. There is so much to see. I wish I had my camera working.
I notice a Kodak store and decide to pick up a couple disposable cameras. They have universal chargers too - and she says they have one for the Sony batteries, but she won't take it out of the case to let me try it with my knock-off spare that the camera rejected. My battery is not listed, so I'm not going to buy it unless I know it works. I just end up getting the disposables and snapping shots with those the rest of the day.

I run into the Erotic Art museum and decide to go in. I take some pictures and I'm amused by some of the displays. There's a nice view of the flower market from the upper window too.

After that, I find a cafe off the beaten path and get some gelato (very popular in Spain), and a sandwich with chorizo salami. mmm.

A homeless woman comes by asking for change, so I give her some - to the annoyance of the other man sitting outside. I'm surprised at the appearance of people asking for change here. They are all very clean and nicely dressed. More tidy than I am right now, I think. The very few times I've been approached for change, I just thought they were local people about to talk to me until they put their hands out.

I finish my lunch and just sit - enjoying people-watching for a while. Then, I head back down La Rambla toward the port.

I run across another photo shop. This one allows me to test the universal charger, and it fits my spare battery, so I buy it. Now I'm wishing that I had bought that battery at the Sony store after all. Heh.

I head down the rest of La Rambla to the port and use up the rest of the disposable camera pictures.

I catch the metro back to the station closest to the Sony store and walk the familiar route. I buy the camera battery and start walking back down La Rambla. I need to find a place with power to charge the battery. Preferably also an internet connection. If I find a photo place, I'll drop the pictures off to get developed, too. (Oops - Never mind that last thought - It's siesta now so all but a few restaurants are closed. No way i'll find a photo shop open until later.)

I see a sign for "wifi" in a restaurant window, so I step inside and ask the girl at the bar. She points to a table in the front by the window, so I go sit down. A server comes over to take my order and I order Churros y chocolate (i saw it advertised outside, and Crissy said I absolutely had to have it in Spain).


I plug the charger into the wall and start charging the camera battery. So exciting!
When the guy comes back with the food, I ask about the wifi. He brings me a paper with the password. I start up and log in fine. It's slow, but tolerable. So, I start uploading my backlog of pictures.

After I finish my delicious churros y chocolate, I notice the bartender making pitchers of sangria and decide that looks mighty tasty, so I order one. Mmmm!


I sit there for a couple hours and chat with the Indian server (who speaks English) between uploading photos and reading email that's been languishing forever.

At around 7pm, I decide to set out and navigate my way over to the station where I will be meeting Ren.

The most direct path is through a narrow street that is filled with small shops. It opens into a courtyard with beautiful public buildings, so I stop and take pictures. It's so nice to have a working camera again!!


The street narrows again then opens to another small courtyard where there are a few restaurants around the metro entrance. I stopped in a few shops to browse on the way, so I have about 30 minutes, and I'm hungry. I order a focaccia with ham and cheese at the coffee shop and sit at a table in the courtyard to eat and read and wait.
I'm enjoying the weather and the people-watching, when a server asks me to move, because these tables are for a different cafe than the one I bought food from. Hm. OK. So, I move.

It turns out this is typical in Spain. You will have a big outdoor eating area and tables will be reserved for different restaurants or cafes surrounding the courtyard. Some are more obvious in marking the tables than others though.

Right at 9:30, Ren pops up next to me with a warm greeting. I'm so glad to see her!
We walk back to her flat and unwind a bit. She gives me the tour. She just got off work, so needs to decompress a bit. We drink glasses of beer and chat, then decide to go out for some dinner.

She walks me around to see some interesting sites in the Gothic Quarter where her flat is, then we stop at a restaurant and get pizza and I get an Empanada too.


Ren shows me a few more nice sites on the way back.


We talk for a bit then make the couch into a bed (wow! bonus!), and turn in for the night.
She warns me about the noise in the area, so I put on my earplugs and sleep like a baby.
Aaaah, Barcelona!

Posted by icufoundme 22:03 Archived in Spain Tagged tourist_sites Comments (0)

20090430 Dublin

Okay... one more pint of Guinness

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I was getting ready in a leisurely way when the room service starts knocking and bugging me even though I have the "Do not disturb" sign on the door.
It turns out they say I don't have the room reserved for tonight and I need to check out. What?!

There was some back and forth with the front desk, but for whatever reason, they only reserved me through Thursday - not Friday. And they are totally booked for tonight. Shenannigans!!

They have one room left at their sister hotel next door for tonight for $20 more (uh huh). so, I check out of Harcourt Hotel and into Harrington Hall. The rooms are not ready yet - maybe an hour more. But they have wireless internet in the lobby, so I sign on for a bit until the room is ready.

Dang, it's snazzy! Chandeliers, marble bath, elevator, 3rd floor view. Nice! Oh, a bath would be divine! [I'm not sure why - but it seems that all the taps in Dublin come on full force right away and splash you - except at this hotel. Hm.]


After getting settled in, I head in to town, and hop on the bus tour again. My ticket had just expired, but the bus driver was in good spirits and said "aw, c'mon then!". So, I did.
I was hoping to get to the Jameson distillery. Its not too far outside town, so I should be able to walk back. If not, I can get a city bus for cheap.
This time on the tour, I was able to write the names and details of the sites I took pictures of yesterday. I'll add the notes to the pictures after I return. It's going to take a while.

I would bet money that the tour bus operator is snockered. It's the first time I've taken a bus tour where they don't use the pre-recorded schpiel. He does the whole thing verbally and has the few of us aboard cracking up. He's giggling the whole time. Making lewd comments and telling Irish stereotype jokes. He gives us the low-down, and the real story... and sometimes a load of malarkey. It's great. [Guinness is HUGE here and he explains how much the Irish drink of it, then says they're not alcoholics - they are just doing what they can as individuals - trying to pay pack the Guinness family for all they've done to help the Dublin community. Heh.]

I jump off the bus at the stop for the Jameson distillery and give the driver a hearty thanks and tip. It's a few blocks walk, but I found it after some exploration (oddly - it's not obviously marked from the main street). I picked up some goodies from the gift shop for friends back home, and headed toward town.


On the way, I passed a hotel bar that has an Irish band and step-dancing later in the evening. One flat fee covers a multi-course meal, a drink, and all the live entertainment. I make a reservation for myself in an hour, then head up the street to look in the shops for post cards and gifts. I buy some trinkets and entertain myself reading the irish blessings on the magnets, then head back to the tavern.


The food was great, and the music was good as well. the dancers were phenomenal. I guess they are some of the Riverdance crew. It's really amazing to see up close! (I thought of you the whole time, Kara!)


I took a couple videos and pictures of the band, but my camera battery died before the Dancers came on - Doh!!! One of the band's singers was like an Irish Janis Joplin - man she had some gritty soulful pipes!


I also met some great guys at the tavern (Otto, Tom, and Gary). They are in town for the TT Rally (no wonder there were so many bikes around!). I also didn't get any pictures of them due to the dead camera, but we used Otto's camera to get a few. Hopefully they will send them along so I can post a couple. Good luck on the rally guys! Thanks for adopting me!

We stood around talking until the bar closed, then I just decided to catch a taxi. I had a great conversation about culture with Michael, the taxi driver from Nigeria. He offered to take me dancing at the best club in town. Nice offer, indeed. But I have to get some rest. I have a flight to catch. And I'm not missing it! (Not to mention that It might not be wise ;)

At the hotel, I set the clock alarm and arranged a wake-up call as well.
I got everything packed up and ready to go in the morning so I can just walk out the door.

Dang, there's no wireless on the 3rd floor. Oh well.

The bath tub looks so appealing. The tap looks like one of those old fancy telephones. But I decide sleep takes precedence. A quick rinse. Then, off to dreamland.


...If it wasn't for that club thumping across the street... Everyone is outside singing in unison. It's tempting to go down there - it sounds like they are having so much fun! But I opt for the ear plugs instead. Zzzz...

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20090429 Dublin

Dublin sites

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I get up, and turn on the TV to check the time. mid-morning.
I'm amused by the commercials here. They are more blatantly risque. It also seems that toilet cleaning is an obsession. There is every variety of toilet cleaning product you could imagine.
In one commercial, the kid keeps repeating to his Mom "I need a poo!". Apparently he wants to go to his auntie's house to poo because she has glade plug-ins and Mom does not. Heh.
There's also a lot of creative commercials for birth control. Fascinating.

I head out to catch the bus into Dublin proper. As I arrive at the bus stop, I smile at the man sitting there and he gets a weird look on his face them looks away. I figure 'well, whatever', then he turns to me and says in his thick Irish accent: "sorry, love. you threw me there fer a minute. not much reason to smile on a gray day like today. wasn't spectin' it." So I smiled again and said "well It's my first time here, guess I just don't know any better. It looks beautiful to me". This time, he smiled.

I jump on the public bus to the center of town where the tour buses are.
On the way, I'm looking for a used clothing store so I can buy a jacket.
I spot a Unicef shop and hop off the bus at the next stop, then walk back to the shop.
I buy a beige jacket that's a little too small. It's one of those feather-stuffed jobs. The pickings were slim. Whatcha gonna do? It only cost 2 pounds, so I'll ditch it before Spain.

[The shop was selling everything that day for 2 pounds for a children's charity. That's something I've noticed a lot in Europe. People are really big on giving to childrens' charities. Not that we aren't into charity in the states, but here, there are people asking for donations at every major hub - airports, bus stops, shops dedicated to selling items for charity every few blocks, etc. Maybe our solicitation laws prevent that except for the Salvation army at Christmas time for some reason?]

I catch the bus again with a nice warm jacket on, and head downtown.
I find the tourist information office and buy a tour bus pass that's good for 2 days. (I tried to take the ghost tour, but it was booked up until Friday night. Dang.)

I noticed that there is a movie theater across the street all decked out in Star Trek gear. Wolverine is out today. Maybe I'll go see it later after its too dark to take pictures on the tour. Hm.


The tour was great. Those bus drivers are like Kamikazes trying to keep up with the pre-recoded Audio. All these tiny, narrow streets and pedestrians and traffic, but they barrel through undaunted. Sometimes we are within inches of other buses. They take the turns so fast I could swear we are about to tip over. It's crazy!

I tried to get some good pictures, but the streets are narrow, the buildings are tall, and the buses move so quickly - it's no easy feat. I just snapped away like crazy and spent an hour or two sorting them later. I deleted about 1/3 of the pics i took after all was said and done. You wouldn't know it by how many remain though ;)


Here are a few things I didn't catch with the camera:
- There was graffiti that said "RIP Ireland. Lisbon is the killer!".
- There was an electrical box with a lightning symbol that said "Death lies within".
- There are pigeons that look different than ours - ruffled necks and dove-like coloring.
- There are HUGE blue jays.
- There are sea birds unlike regular gulls. Black wings and white bellies. Different beaks.

After the tour, I drop into the movie theater to find that the next showing of Wolverine is in one hour.
I talk to the usher about local eateries and he points me to Flanagan's across the street. I order a traditional Irish stew and Guinness. Sooo perfect!


Then, I head back to the theater and watch Wolverine. It's great! Go see it ;)
There was a hilarious ad before the movie. It showed a Ken doll getting ready for a date, then barbie also getting ready. They have a great time on the date vignette, then go back to her place and the "bow-chicka-bow" music starts as they undress each other. Then, it shows them naked looking down at an obvious lack of equipment and the ad ends with the tag-line for a variety store "some bits are necessary". Hahaha!
The movie experience in Ireland is basically the same as in the states. The differences would be the ads, and the fact that there is only one theater screen, and the fact that they draw the huge red curtain across the screen for a 5 minute intermission between the ads and the movie.

It's getting dark, so I head back to the hotel.

For some reason the heater stops working at night, and the room gets cold. I think the hotel just turns things off at certain times to save money.

I also can't figure out how to turn on any lights in my room other than the 20 watt bulb in the lamp on the desk, so the room is quite dark at night. It's a good thing the bathroom has a window with a light outside, or I'd have a real problem ;).

Side notes:
- there are lots of tanning booths in Dublin. *snicker*
- All over Europe there are corner markets called "Spar" that are the equivalent of a 7-11 in the states. [Once, I walked into a Spar where the store was packed with people, and the entry door was full of constant in/out trafic. I just made a left inside the door because it was the only unclogged area of the shop. But it turns out there was a reason for that - It was the *ahem*... Adult section. Oops. So, i had to try and weave my way back into the entryway traffic from that section. Heh.]
- I expected everything here to be smoky, but I have not encountered any smoking other than infrequently outside business doorways. Nice!

That's it for now,
Nighty night!

Posted by icufoundme 13:59 Archived in Ireland Tagged tourist_sites Comments (0)

20090426 Sunday in London - Part 2

No... Sleep... 'til DUBLIN!

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I'm inwardly amused at my sense of relief to be at McDonald's after the day's misadventures. It's an ironic oasis - part of my parallel universe. It makes me think of the Gary Larson cartoon where Beethoven (?) is in hell standing in front of an orchestra where everyone is holding kazoos. Those that have known me for a while will understand. To give a small perspective to the rest... I was a vegetarian for over 10 years, and an avid member of PETA. I would not have been caught DEAD at a McDonald's unless I was handing out flyers. (Not to mention that i'm across an ocean and should be eating ANYWHERE but here.)

Each time I've been to McD's to use the wireless, I've bought something to "pay for my seat" as it were. But tonight I only have 10 pounds left of the cash i traded in, it's not crowded, and I feel I've given them enough so far, so I just look for a spot.

At McD's there are a couple coveted 2-person tables. The rest are community-style tables, large 6-person booths, and a high bar-like counter with backless stools around the perimeter. I usually end up at the counter trying not to care that my laptop is situated so the whole restaurant can see what i'm typing if they care to look. I feel a bit like an accidental exhibitionist. What adds to this is odd feeling is that - regardless of the fact that this is the only free wireless around - i'm the only one with a laptop. (And it's been that way each time so far.)

It was only as I was using the restroom before leaving the last time, that i discovered they have a whole additional seating area downstairs. So, with hope of finding a quiet corner, i jaunt down the stairs merrily - looking forward to some purging writing - and nearly barrel through a blockade. I guess they are closing that floor for cleaning. *sigh*

I resign myself to a counter spot in the main dining area. Luckily it's not too busy, so I can set my backpack on the seat next to me instead of on the floor where A) it gets dirty, b) its inconvenient to access, and c) its less safe.

There is a young guy on my right with one stool between us, and an old woman on my left with one stool between us. i can imagine that she might be hard of hearing - and possibly sight impaired - since she doesn't seem to notice me settling in at all. but the guy is doing that "i know you're there but I'm observing the unspoken laws of personal space in a crowded place by choosing to ignore you" thing that urban humans do to preserve their sanity. i choose to break the contract and address to him instead of taking a chance on startling the poor lady out of her seat. I turn to him and ask "is it okay if i set this here?" holding my backpack and pointing to the stool between us. he nods an affirmative and i'm relieved he doesn't start a conversation at this particular moment. i start to settle in, and at the moment I have things strewn about trying to locate my maps - another young man about the same age walks with purpose to the stool my backpack now occupies and stops short, looking at the other man confused, then at me. It's obvious by his body language that my backpack is occupying what was once his seat, or what he had expected to be his seat. Now, an awkward social dance ensues where we all realize whats going on, but it turns out that these young men don't speak English. i smile apologetically and reach to move my backpack to the other side where the older lady is. he also smiles apologetically and tries to get me to leave the backpack in place. after some back-and forth he eventually acquiesces and takes the seat. we all smile at each other saying what needs to be said without words, then return to our mutually exclusive business. they have a rapid conversation where i hear "American" and they leave a few minutes later saying "bye bye" awkwardly on their way out. If I had to guess, I'd say they were Croatian.

my email is piling up and I'm conflicted about whether to answer some, or finish my blog post. I open a few messages to see if there is anything urgent. In the mean time, my battery seems to be dying quickly. 86% power already.
The older lady has finished eating and noticed me. I can sense her watching me out of the corner of my periphery. I opened a chocolate bar when I sat down (Thanks Madeline!) and I'm nibbling as I write. I turn and offer her a piece and she declines. She asks if I'm hungry and offers to get me something proper to eat. (Wow, do I really look that bad? Heh.) I thank her deeply and explain that I just ate less than an hour ago. I can see she wants to chat, and I have that moment of conflict where I really want to put up the "do not disturb" body language and get to my writing before my computer dies. But deep down I know that's unwise and unkind. Not to mention that when I feel the urge to close up and retreat it's proven best to stay present and open up. So, I turn to her and give her my full attention, and her face just lights up. that moment was worth anything i might miss otherwise. Olinda looks like a Spanish Nun. Maybe she is - not sure. But she talks excitedly about Catholicism, The Vatican, how much she loved President Bush, how I need to go to Medugorje when I'm in Spain, to go to confession before I travel to Dublin, etc.. It's not easy to stay open to all this. But her enthusiasm is genuine and kindhearted, so I listen with respect for her perspective. I'm not sure how else to explain it, but if you've ever heard the term "New soul" - she is the embodiment. She seems to me like a 5-year old trapped in aging flesh, eyes sparkling with wonder at the world. Or perhaps she has not always been this way. Perhaps she has found her way back to faith after a life of strife and it has given her this inner light. Faith, hope, love. Very powerful indeed. I miss that feeling - the unquestioning clarity of purpose. It gives me a stirring of sadness when I see it in others. Just the recognition of something I had that's now missing. But I do not miss it enough to return to being a sheep for it. Maybe I will find the path back to that place without needing to be a sheep. Maybe I will feel differently at her age. Maybe i can find that place with inner balance. Only time will tell.
(Sorry to digress... I just love to try and guess what made people into what they are presently. Hm... that reminds me of a Dave Matthews song "...could I have been... anyone but me?" ;)

Olinda seems satisfied with her sermon and my reaction to it - and switches topics to my travels. On hearing that I'm looking online for directions from my hotel to Standsted Airport, she hops down from her stool (No small feat with her tiny frail stature... yet she makes it look sprightly.) to recruit an even older woman sitting at a community table nearby. Eileen glides over to me, all in flowing black, squinting with piercing blue eyes less than a foot from my face - silver curly hair in a wild halo framing her face. Where Olita is a tiny tidy shiny lacy doll of a woman, Eileen is the complete opposite. I bet Eileen was the most handsomely unattainable and rugged Scottish beauty in her day. As Eileen talks about busses and trains and Liverpool station, my fertile imagination is weaving a Terry Gilliam tale around these two impossible characters in a London fast food joint. I keep having to internally shake myself and repeat what Eileen is saying to avoid going down that rabbit hole completely.

After a bit more conversation - Eileen recommending I see Lourdes - we all return to our posts. I only have about 8% power left in my laptop battery. I'm closing things up resigned to finishing my writing at the hotel and publishing my blog entry in the morning. As I'm closing things up, the (very large and intimidating) restaurant manager walks up to me, slams down a dirty tray aggressively, and launches into a loud tirade about 'who do i think i am coming into his restaurant and sitting there since 8:21 using the wireless connection and not buying anything! he has a business to run and he can't tolerate the likes of me coming in and just doing as i please! i need to buy something or leave immediately'. Hmph.
i'm so shocked i can't speak at first. then, i tell him i've been there and bought something the last 2 days. and he says i'm lying - that he is there every day and he hasn't seen me before. and even worse - i brought in food from outside (he gestures to the chocolate bar).i re-assert that i have bought food and if it was important i could prove it - but its really beside the point. i told him it was completely unnecessary to be rude about it, that i would have been more than happy to buy something. all he had to so was say so politely, and that making a scene was unprofessional. he blustered, repeating what he said originally, and stormed away.
I was so upset. I had to sit and regain my composure for a couple minutes. especially considering that I was already close to coming unhinged after the way the day had gone so far. Breathe, breathe... in, out.
i entertained thoughts of gathering all the "unsavory" characters I could find outside and bringing them in with me to buy them each something that would take a long time to eat. Alas, the usual crowd was not outside. i guess they all go "home" at that hour because it gets cold...? I decided it was for the best. In my heart i knew the intent behind the act was not kind. An eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind, right? For all I know, he may be having a worse day than I. As a matter of fact, it was tough not to be petty in return and point out to him that he is a McDonalds manager so I can see why he needs to feel that he has authority over others in that small capacity. (Rrrrow, hiss, hiss!)
I went to the front to buy something but he was in the back making fries and there was a long line. I asked myself "Self, what are you doing? Hello! You have nothing to prove to that jerk!". So, I walked out, resolved to never return.
On the walk home, I entertained thoughts of eloquent and scathing letters to corporate HQ about how public humiliation is not a good business practice. Including receipts of purchases, threatening lawsuits, etc. Of course - all the time - knowing I would never actually do that. I still allowed a bit of indulgence in the safety of my mind. (Grumble, grumble. Stupid reality, consequence, karma, integrity, and inner peace. Bah!)

(As I'm stepping along, I start singing Black Flag "Rise Above" to myself to help let go of the petty thoughts. *whew* Now, that's better.)

I was hoping to stop at the grocery for a hotel snack, but they closed earlier tonight because it's Sunday. Of course they did.

i'm relieved to be back at the hotel. I resign not to take another half of a sleeping pill tonight so i can get the blog entries updated. I forgot that I bought a Stella Artois beer to keep at the hotel in case i wanted a midnight snack. But, I'm afraid to drink it because if the alcohol thins my blood, I might get another nose bleed that will take even longer to stop.

I make a last run to the restroom before battening down the hatches for the night. I wipe the side of my nose that wasn't bleeding earlier - and guess what. Yep. Now I have a nose bleed on the opposite side. Oh Yay. WTF, Universe?! Luckily this one is not as bad and only lasts a couple minutes. Today is all about appreciating the small mercies.

Now I have to go back and finish the entry for Friday night. But i just noticed it's getting light out. Heh. I was wondering why those doves were cooing in the middle of the night.
I should probably just stay up so I don't miss breakfast again.

(Sung to the tune of the Beastie boys' "no sleep 'til Brooklyn"...)
No sleep 'til [du nuh, nu nuuuh nuh...] DUBLIN!

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