A Long Day in Dublin

Saturday was my first day in Dublin after my stop in New York. I landed at 9 a.m. (4 eastern) and headed out into Ireland. After inevitable confusion about where my hostel actually was and a refresher on European street sign placement I found my home for the night before heading off to tour the city. Our tour guide was quite knowledgable having grown up in Dublin, but he was the youngest of the group (21). We started at city hall discussing Irish history 9,000 years B.C. Along the way we saw Dublin Castle, Trinity College, the Spire of Dublin, and the building the White House was based on. The tour lasted three hours and afterward we went to have lunch at a local pub. Later on, I investigated the streets of Dublin and made myself an Italian dinner. And finally that night, a much anticipated moment, my first pint of Guinness at The Bleeding Horse. It was everything I could have hoped for. I made a few friends at the hostel that night and have come to the conclusion that I am capable of traveling alone.