Isle of Mists

It is day 2 in Ireland. I touched down yesterday and headed straight for the hotel in desperate need of a nap. I did venture out to find something to eat last night and simply wondered around the block. 

I knew before I left Canada that I would be tired and want to sleep for days. It is true! I wish I had all the energy in the world and could devour Dublin, but have found that I just want to hide and sleep. I hit the sack around 11:30 last night and although I was awake for 2 hours during the night I slept until 1:30 and could have slept longer! 

I ventured out to make sure I could find my way to Temple Bar where I have a training session for the Fringe Festival tomorrow. There is little doubt that I scream 'tourist' simply by my 

slow meander as I gaze at the architecture and goofy smile at the thought that I am finally in Ireland. 

Today's goals were to get something to eat, some deodorant and a converter plug to keep my computer running and hair straightened. 

I did find Temple Bar and where I need to be tomorrow. The converter plug was easy to find - I just needed to find a small electronics store. The guy smiled and knew exactly where the plug I needed was. It was only 10 Euros after a discount from the overly smiley store clerk!

Pit stick was a bit more of a struggle. I could only find roll on or spray. (How did I manage to forget mine?! Mom - wanna bring me some?)

My hotel is cute - you have to be watching for it as you only see the entrance from the front. The view from my window leaves something to be desired, but is quieter than if it were in the front on the busy street. The carpet, however is definitely something else!!