To the Land of Ire

        Uneventful day at work, but I did have time to research travel possibilities. No luck finding cheap flights to warm islands, so I’m sitting on a train bound for the land of bitter beer and Blarney Stone (won’t kiss it: supposedly urinated upon regularly). As usual, I just luckily wandered into this. We had intended to take a bus, assumed we could simply buy tickets at the last minute, but that fell through because bus bookings apparently must be made an hour in advance. As a last resort, we asked about a train. Turns out we’re now getting to and from Dublin cheaper, faster, and at more favorable times. Guess I should have asked about a train to start with… anyways, wish me luck as I wonder about this green country, eating enough potatoes to start another famine and looking for Leprechauns.

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