A long weekend in Ireland
This past Friday, I hopped on down to Dublin, ready for my very first Irish adventure. The trip was one of those spur-of-the-moment decisions, where everything (and everyone) just sort of lines up, so you say “why the hell not?”
My fav part of flying out of Copenhagen (apart from the impending adventures, obvs.) is seeing the Øresund Bridge tunnel rise out of the water, all magical and majestic. Civil engineering is nifty.
And Ireland, I learned, is super green.
I (we) stayed at The Marker Hotel, in the tech district in South Dublin. It was this crazy looking cube building, located right next to the Facebook offices.
View(s) from the room…
After checking in and all that, we decided to do some city wandering.
Look at this cute, helpful little crosswalk reminder!
They had these “Hey we drive on the wrong side here!” notes at all the intersections throughout the city and it was STILL totally sketch trying to avoid incoming traffic.
I made a mental list of “must dos” while we did the walk, stop, & snap a pic routine.
Dublin goal no. 1: visit an authentic Irish pub.
Dublin goal no. 2: have a Guinness. (Even though beer is gross and icksome. When in Ireland, right?)
Made a pit stop for coffee (a certain someone was feeling that jet lag real bad) so of course I had to do the cliche arial shot. Chai latte for me, much cuter flat white for him.
Back to the goals –
No. 3: take pics of all the adorably quaint #DoorsofDublin. ❤
Plus lots more that I don’t have an appropriate picture to place alongside, so you’ll just have to wait and see.
We had dinner back at the Brasserie restaurant inside the hotel.
Easy, convenient, delicious.
And then, of course, the night ended with macarons back in the room. As every night should.