A Redhead in Dublin: An Introduction to the Start of a Travel Blog
February the 14th, a day to celebrate love (though really you should be doing this every day), a commercialized holiday, an enjoyable holiday, a horrible holiday, however you want to look at it — or a great day to be entering Ireland. Which is what my February the 14th consisted of. Followed by a long 8 hour nap.
I’m here, I don’t know how long I’ll be here or where I’ll be next, other than I’m here now. So why not blog about it. I’m just going to be being a redhead in Dublin, which surprisingly enough isn’t the hair colour you notice most around town. And my thoughts, down-lows, advice, and whatever else will be right here to read.
Nothing like getting ready to jump into bed for your nap after a shower after a long flight only to find the most colourful of flowers to offset the rain outside, a rare Smiths record, and an invitation to be the +1 to a Father John Misty show (I think someone knows the way to my heart). All of this coupled with the overwhelming tiredness only led to sweet sweet dreams.
After the typical IKEA trip to christen having just moved into one of the tiniest apartments possible and the amount of clothes I had to hang up was terrifying because I’m pretty sure I just sifted through 5/6th of what I owned when packing to come over here, I was starting to gather a few noteables about Dublin and myself.
For myself, I realized Kopparberg Strawberry & Lime Cider could become the downfall of my extra spending money. However, after sipping the perfectly tasting pink and bubbly stuff the downfall doesn’t sound as bad. The amount of inspiration you can get out of the smallest amount of colour is perfect for those who keep a small journal of writings and painting. The grey contrast really makes the colors pop in this before Spring weather. Being able to sleep through anything really comes in handy when the sound of seagulls in the morning and Temple Bar at night never stop (I don’t recommend staying in Temple Bar for the light sleepers who love their sleep).
For Dublin, the instilled idea that there is a right and wrong side of a sidewalk (or anything) to walk on in America is so much more appreciated when walking down these streets. Getting from point A to point B can become more frustrating than you thought it would be, especially to those who have this instilled efficient way of walking down. The wind can ruin whatever you think the weather looks like outside. The wind at this time of year makes it so cold, that the coldness seeps into your bones and wish you had stayed inside doing the most boring thing possible over having to confront it for any amount of time. Also, more than a week in this time most call “winter” but here it is called “never stops raining” will have you wishing for summer or spring more than you thought possible (even for people who don’t normally wish for these things). However, the vintage clothing shops are great, there’s markets to walk through on Sundays, the coffee and tea make up for some of the cold, Trinity College is beautiful, there’s plenty of live music and the people are friendly.
