So I arrived in Dublin on Sunday evening. It took me a little while to orient myself to this new city, I think I walked through the airport like 3 times trying to figure out where to go. I eventually just asked someone, my brain had finally kicked in, and the nice gentleman at the tourism desk told me which bus to get on. I paid my €2.80 for a bus ticket and hopped on. I was on the bus for about a half an hour when I realized I should be getting off soon. Thank fully there was wifi on the bus so I was able to use google maps to show me how far away from the hostel I was. After finally arriving at the hostel I got myself all settled in, met my roommates , and headed to bed.
The next morning I didn't really have a plan. All I knew is I had a bunch of Pounds that I needed to convert into Euros. So I headed out of my hostel and walked down the street only to have a man come up and steel my purse.
This is my reason for not posting. I had no idea if I should really share with the entire world such a shocking event that happened, but finally deciding that if I'm sharing my life through this blog I have to share the good and the bad. Thankfully I was not hurt only utterly shocked.
For anyone hat has ever been robbed before I am truly sorry for you. It's a feeling of utter brokenness, like someone has come in and taken a physical piece of you and not just that replaceable item. I have to admit I was completely stupid for having everything in the same area, I knew better I just was not thinking. And I know that this isn't my fault, but every victim of a crime probably goes through the oh what could I have done better to change the situation. But in reality everything must happen for a reason.
I am a true believer in karma and that if something bad happens now the good will come later. Had I not had my purse stolen I would not have switched hostels, I would not have joined that walking tour and I would not have met these fellow travellers that I would now consider friends. I can't say that Dublin has been my favourite city so far but the people I have met have made it so much better than the dark first day I spent here. So thank you to those people I've spent these last few days getting to know who helped me realize that Dublin is not such a scary place.
The city it self is actually quite nice. It's more gloomy than what I was expecting, not just because of the rain, but it is still a city I'm glad I can say that I've seen. For those who are thinking of going I would say that it is worth it, but you won't need any more than 2 days to see everything. The old cathedrals, the museums, the cultural district called Temple Bar are all within a short walking distance of O'Connell Street, which I would call the Main Street of the whole city.
One thing I do wish I'd done is take a day trip outside of the city. An amazing lady staying in my hostel room went on a trip to the Cliffs of Mohor, I think is the spelling. The photographs and descriptions of her whole trip looked and sounded just absolutely phenomenal and I am so envious. That is definitely something I plan on doing on my next trip to Ireland, along with renting a car and just driving around to see the beautiful countryside.
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