which is fine. Not wow or anything. Yeah, meeting dearest papa is great but I don’t really like Dublin. I guess I’ll always like small, quaint places like Galway. Dublin’s too… loud, big, dirty at times. It felt like I was in a different country, with strange people. I am officially a country bumpkin.
Went walking around town, just walking and taking pictures. Should have brought my dslr. The weather’s great, not too warm, nice fluffy clouds and stuff. I like the colour at Temple Street/Bar whatever. Can’t remember the name. There were stalls selling secondhand books and irish cds and a few other things. The buskers aren’t as good as ours. Oooh.. it’s the comparing game. Anyway, Dublin’s just… Dublin. Maybe I’d feel different if I don’t have to think about my rotation so much. I’m wondering what I still haven’t done in the hospital, what I’ve forgotten, what I need to recap on. Bleh.
Other good stuff:
Seeing papa dearest 
Those pots of flowers, all vibrant colours, hanging from the lanterns. I love them.
Staying in Marriot 
Being full all the time
free internet connection
Seeing people in strange attires (according to this small town girl): emo-looking, punk, mohawk, those with masks, other weird clothing.
Pictures later.
Well, I’ll be back in Galway tomorrow evening, lamenting my remaining hours of freedom (probably sobbing into my sky blue pillows). Monday starts off with theatre again. Wish me the best!
