I woke up at 9:15 this morning and promptly rolled over and fell back asleep. In case you don’t know me that well, I’m a morning person by nature. No, seriously; that’s the jet lag’s doing. I certainly wasn’t planning to sleep until 11:30, spend fifteen minutes mentally forcing myself to wake up, and another thirty puttering around the house with a mug of Basia’s magic tea in hand still trying to wake up. Goodness! By the time I actually left for Dublin, it was a quarter to three!
Hopefully, I’ll wake up a bit earlier tomorrow. I want to see a Dublin sunrise at some point (this will become more feasible as the days grow shorter, right?), and sleeping ’til noon is no way to do that. Still and all, I did make it to the city. I even made it to TCD campus with enough energy to explore a bit. That was my favorite part because of the people I met there, but I’m getting ahead of myself.
We’ll start with the street art. Philly needs to up its game.
Seriously.
thinking outrageously, i write in cursive 