Dublin Airport Sleepover

Jul 20, 2009

Here are the reasons why we, a decent, law abiding family of four, decided to sleep at Dublin Airport.

  • The first Lufthansa flight from Dublin was scheduled very early in the morning, with the check in starting at 5. This meant we had to get up at 4.
  • The four of us exceeded the capacity of the rooms in most of the hotels in the airport area (children stop being children at the age of twelve in European hotels!) so we were supposed to book two rooms at a price that definitely exceeded the money we were willing to spend for such a short stay.
  • There might be other people sleeping at the airport so we won't be standing out.
  • If we get arrested, we'll sheepishly apologise and promise not to do that ever again, after which they might let us go find a room, well, two rooms in the nearest hotel.

But it turned out to be an awesome experience, which we shared with people of all ages from different parts of the world. We ended up at a Starbucks on the third floor, where there are large armchairs that can be joined together to make a comfy bed. Starbucks is open all night long, except between 2 and 3 am.

While my kids and hubbie were sleeping, I was keeping the night watch, sipping a frapucino and reading New Moon. We weren't disturbed by anyone, but by:

  • the cleaning ladies at about midnight, when we had to get up and let them do the cleaning. However, the waitress who told us to move was so polite that she even apologised for disturbing us.
  • the announcement about the unattended luggage that went on every hour.

The most pleasing moment, however, was to hear there were seats available on the flight for all of us, and we made it home safely.

The hottest destination in the Mediterranean this summer

Jul 3, 2009

This is my 100th post so I'm going to write about my fave destination, the Croatian Adriatic. It's definitely the hottest destination this and every summer for different reasons.

This is our little house. I absolutely adore the palms and the pink oleanders.

Let the photos speak of the beauty of my favourite sea:

Dublin Photos

Here are some photos we took in Dublin.


Jul 2, 2009

Dia duit!

The weather on our trip was unbelievably good for April. Every single day it was sunny with occasional showers. That is, until we arrived in Dublin. Actually the first evening was fine, but the rain that started in the morning didn't stop for three days and it was cold and windy and grey all the time.

The city itself is bigger than I imagined, or read about it. It is compact and easily walkable, but not when it's raining incessantly.

What impressed me most was the striking Memorial to the Great Irish Famine, a poignant testament to one of the greatest tragedies in the history of Ireland.

The Trinity College Library is also very impressive with its rare books and manuscript collections. It brought to mind my visit to St. Gallen, Switzerland, where there is an equally beautiful, although much smaller library, where we were made to put some huge slippers on our shoes.

As a sensible shopaholic ( can these two words even go together?) I can't but mention Grafton Street, a shopper's paradise. It's a traffic-free street with a plethora of shops and shopping malls, and I suppose, buskers, if the weather permits, which it didn't.

Leaving Dublin without visiting a pub and having a mighty craic is a practical impossibility. This time the kids decided they had enough of the pubs, which the two of us embraced wholeheartedly. The hotel receptionist recommended a pub with live music that is usually frequented by the locals. Unfortunately, they only had live music at weekends so there were only six people there, including the bartender. That's how we ended up in the Temple Bar Area, which I wanted to avoid, since it's so touristy. There were no Dubliners in the Temple Bar, but it was packed with people from all over the globe. And it wasn't bad at all, on the contrary, we had a lot fun. I always wonder why I insist so much on blending in, on wanting not to be perceived as a tourist, when I'm such a typical one, dressed in comfortable, not very fancy clothes and always carrying my DK guide with me. Why don't I just give up on it and say out loud: YES, I'M A TOURIST and I'm proud of it.


Jul 1, 2009

Yes, it's a beer, and a very good one, indeed. But it's also a charming medieval city, and although I spent only a couple of hours there, I think it's the nicest city in Ireland. It's small, it's walkable, with beautiful well-preserved buildings and a splendid castle overlooking the River Nore. The streets, called slips, are narrow, which, come to think of it, reminds me of little towns on the Adriatic coast and its islands. Butter Slip, one of the smallest in the city, is named after the butter stalls that lined this alley.

Kilkenny was named after a 6th century monk St Canice. Kil or kill means church in Irish. For those interested in learning Irish, Dia duit means hello.
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