Happy New Year from Dublin!

What are you doing in Dublin? Why are you here? Who are all these strange people? Why are they standing in my bedroom? These are all questions that were asked by a lovely Irish couple as I broke into their home upon my arrival in Dublin. Rather these would have been the questions they had asked had I not made it up. I am, in fact, staying at a hotel. Wanted to clarify. Remember that literal thing from the previous post? Yeah it’s real. Anyway…

So why am I in Dublin? The easiest answer is because I can be. I’m here with my dad. He’s on a business trip and I tagged along as his trusty companion. I’m a lot like Sancho Panza or Lassie. It’s also the first time that I have been to Ireland. So far this place is pretty cool. Literally. It’s freezing here and there is this crazy snowstorm that pretty much delayed or canceled Monday for most of the UK (of which this part of Ireland does not belong to). It’s the worst snowstorm since the snowstorm of 2010 and of course this American knows exactly nothing about the snowstorm of 2010. I’m guessing it must have been inconvenient.

So far I haven’t met any angry Irishmen. This is somewhat disappointing though I was punched squarely in the nose at customs for looking English. Remember the joking? There’s another one. She didn’t punch me but she did yell because I didn’t hear her the first time she asked when I would be leaving. Close enough to a punch. Close enough indeed.

Planning on taking a ton of tours mostly so I can cram as much in as possible in the short time I’ll be here. There are castles, cliffs, moors, bogs, sheep, and other things to see and do. As usual, expect the promise of additional updates only to be disappointed with my complete and utter lack of follow-through. It’s charming and whimsical. Trust me.

Here are the questions I hope to answer by the time I leave here:

1. Is Irish Spring readily available here?
2. Is the plural of Guinness Guinni?
3. If one has met the height requirement to be a Hobbit are they then ineligible to sit for the Leprechaun entrance exam?
4. Can I get a shamrock keychain with my name on it?
5. Will I try Irish McDonald’s? (hint…probably)

There you have it! I’m off to a pretty decent start. I mean I’m here and so far I haven’t tried to pay for anything in dollars. I bet most folks don’t even know I’m American. My Indian accent is pretty good. I’ll keep you posted dear reader. I know the anticipation is killing you.

Till next time. Adios y’all.