Dublin Part Deux

My time in Edinburgh has come to an end. I’m off to Dublin for the weekend with a friend then back to America on Tuesday.

It’s sad to leave. It’s been so much fun and I just don’t know when I’ll get to see Edinburgh again and all the friends therein.

Croatia was, obviously, gorgeous. The most perfect sunsets and even more beautiful sea. God, I would stay there forever (minus the giant snake that chased me down the stairs).

So… Once again, all my bags are packed and it’s off I go.20140613-233749-85069995.jpg

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Dublin| The Ten Things I Learned in Dublin

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I’m sitting in Dublin Airport waiting for my gate to be announced to Edinburgh. I’m more excited to go to Edinburgh than I think it is possible to express.

But before I leave, I’d like to share some of the interesting things I’ve learned in the past four days.

1) Only an idiot (me) forgets to print their Ryan Air boarding pass. That’s €15 I will never get back!

2) If you walk through Temple Bar at any point in time you will hear either Galway Girl, Don’t Stop Believing, or an Eric Clapton song being played from every bar.

3) It is possible to eat an entire bag of Percy Pigs Gummies while in an airport waiting room.

4) The Hellfire Club is the scariest building of all time at night. Even if your tour guide is the most awkward person of all time.

5) People will pay a lot of money for any attraction that includes Guinness or Viking hats.

6) The Irish have some pretty cool mummies made from bodies being tossed into the peat bogs. Also skin, when preserved in a peat bog, is terrifying.

7) Everything in all of Dublin is overpriced.

8) Becoming a martyr is entirely dependent on if your side goes on to win. Otherwise you were merely a upriser.

9) Victorians were really into taxidermy. And building prisons. And imprisoning poor people.

10) Modern arts… Wtf?

And so much more!

Day Ninety-Nine: Failure

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Dublin succumbed to it’s nature and dawned a cold and rainy day. Much more like it, Dublin! It would have been sad to have spent my entire visit in perfect sunshine. Due to the rain, however, my daily park nap was cancelled and I dragged my little brother around museums until our ankles swelled and we both fell asleep in a Costa Coffee Shop (irony).

Trinity College’s Science Gallery had an awesome little exhibit on failure called Fail Better. Some of the stories were quite inspiring in a way… Samuel Beckett’s own failed works, Dyson’s 5,000 failed prototypes, Christopher Reeve’s determination to see spinal injuries walk again, Alfred Nobel’s failure that led to his own brother’s death… I read that next year (although I haven’t investigated this further), according to a re-interpretation of Nobel’s will, that there will be a Nobel Prize awarded for failure.

I think that’s beautiful.

Failure in a way is the best thing that can happen. Without failure, how do we learn what we are capable of? How do we create something new?

Failures are innovators. Try something, and if it doesn’t work, try it again. Try it until your heart is broken. Try it until your fingers bleed. Try it until you die. Because really the only way to fail is to quit.

Find that one thing you love and work at it every day. If you can even get that far, you’re no longer a failure.

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Dublin| what’s with all the sun?

Got into Dublin in the wee hours of the morning and wandered around like a zombie, pretending to look at things but really just racing from one coffee shop to the next waiting for an available bed and/or brother.

Meanwhile my brother slept through his last day of classes. He eventually found me just close enough to mid day that we could go to pubs instead of pretending to be interested in tourist traps.

We did follow a tour group into Dublin castle after deciding we’d rather spend €4.50 on a pint than a palace. Turns out the tour group was French and Dublin Castle was pretty lame so we wasted little more than half an hour in there before we continued our pub crawl.

It’s weird when you grow up with someone and you look at them in a very dark pub in Dublin and you see for the first time what they actually look like today, now, grown. I hadn’t ever even realized that I still saw my brother as that skinny kid–the blonde Harry Potter. He is so… Worn now. His skin has depths. Scars I wasn’t there to see inflicted on him. He has cheekbones now. Where was I when all this happened? You feel like you’ll always know more about your siblings than everyone else, no matter how far away they are. Then one day you realize you don’t know them hardly at all.

Naturally it is freakishly sunny. That’s not sarcastic. The only time it has rained was the exact hour I had to hike from the bus to my hostel with all my bags and naturally all my clothes are wet now.

And it’s almost stupidly sunny.