Dublin's Day

Fourth time in Ireland; third in the fair city of Dublin. I don’t really need much variation in my activities when I visit Dublin: A tour of the Guiness Storehouse, a pint or two of Ireland’s finest, and a wee bit of live music at The Auld Dubliner pub. It’s a homecoming experience each time. My plantar fasciitis (yes, it’s still going strong, unfortunately) prevented me from my usual walking tour so this time I splurged with the Hop-On-Hop-Off Dublin bus to get around. It was grand. Even the sun was shining most of the time.

If I wasn’t soooo tired of/from travelling at the moment, I would certainly admit that I live a charmed and blessed life to have such great travel experiences. Of course, the more I travel with Air Canada, the more Air Canada wants me to travel… now I am even getting upgraded to the ‘comfort seats’ (without faking a limp) and my checked ‘priority’ baggage almost always makes it to my destination. Imagine that.

To help make the transition back into my life in Regina, I was gently reminded I was wearing my Rider shirt when a guy on the plane from Dublin to Toronto paused as he walked by. “I don’t know if you heard,” he says, “but the Ticats kicked Rider butt last week.” (Yes, yes, I know.) I had to think of a quick comeback so I said, “that’s why I left town.” I’m still wearing the shirt out in public though so not all hope is gone.