Dublin, Ireland

Ah, Dublin. The city of poets and pubs, of bridges and beer. Our day in port was spent on a hop-on-hop-off bus, with a tour guide who was more entertaining than any show I have ever attended. It included a lovely lunch in a quintessential pub, served Irish stew and a Guinness (I don’t like beer, but had to try it) while Irish jigs drifted through the air and we looked outside at the cold and damp. Even the waiter was a classic Irishman. A fan of American football, and particularly the Eagles, he teased me about ordering a sissy size beer, which is only appropriate for my sissy Dallas Cowboys.

I wouldn’t want to live here, but would visit again in a heartbeat.

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