We woke up in half-hour shifts and went to find a good ol? Irish breakfast. We refused to pay 12 euros at the hotel and couldn?t find an open restaurant, so we ended up eating in the grocery store. We met the four other Marian girls (plus one boy they found at their hostel) and toured the Guinness factory. It was a pretty impressive building and tour. It ended at a bar with a 360 degree view of the city. We all got a free pint of Guinness, but Matt ended up drinking most of Teresa?s and half of mine (he?s a champ). It?s hard to drink something like that before noon.
After the factory, we walked to the nearest train station and took a ride out to Bray, a town on the West coast. The beach was rocky, but very pretty. We climbed around the rocks and walked up the beach a bit. My favorite part was a little cove we found where there were many swans. We hung around with the swans for a little while and then headed back (missing our station way because we were arguing about movies).
We met the four other Marian ladies for a night at the Temple Bar area. We made it to 3 different pubs/bars/clubs before the night was over. It was quite a lot of fun to mingle with the locals (and everyone else). I felt a little bad accepting drinks from people I could only understand twenty percent of the time?but not that bad. It?s too expensive out here so I just smile and nod and everyone is happy. I am pretty sure I have the letters ?U.S.A.? imprinted on my forehead because everyone can tell right away that I am American. Luckily, that has proven to be more of a good thing than bad. Towards the end of the night we met some fellow Americans whom we could understand and relate to which was nice. We all enjoyed singing along to the songs they played. I didn?t think I would here old country songs and ?New York, New York? at an Irish pub, but I guess I was wrong. Once the bars finally closed, we walked a zillion miles back to our hotel (it sure seemed that long).
British word of the day:
Chips-meaning French fries. Example: ?I?ll order a plate of fish n?chips.? I started to wonder what the British grocery aisle containing actual chips (like Ruffles or Pringles) says. If it said ?Snacks and Chips? people might expect to find French fries. I?m going to have to figure out how they deal with this situation before I leave?
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