The next morning, we rose to eat breakfast at the hostel and make our way into town to find a place to get authentic Irish coffee. We of course landed back at Temple Bar, where our lovely bartender painstakingly whipped up the most amazing cups of Irish Coffee we’d ever had.
Then we made our way to Dublin City Hall to go on a walking tour of the city. Our tour guide was full of history and knowledge. We walked around Dublin Castle and a few other historic spots and learned a lot more about Irish culture and the rise of Irish patriotism. It was so thrilling to learn the stories the built up the character of the city with which I was so love already. We had to cut our tour short because I mistakenly booked tickets for our tour of the Guinness Storehouse two hours earlier than I had planned. So we parted ways with our tour guide and headed to the Guinness factory.
Walking to the storehouse felt like it took an hour. It was far from the city center in Temple Bar, but given the size of the place, I totally understand. The factory was a huge, multi-level building with brick walls and Guinness symbols all over. The tour took us through several rooms on several floors where we learned about the production of Guinness from barely seed harvesting to maturation. Apparently, Arthur Guinness was particular about every ingredient that went into his beer, right down to the water used. Later on in the tour, we got to to learn how to pour our own pints of Guinness (there is a very specific 6-step process for how to do it). Then we got to take our full glass up to the skybar, a round glass room with astonishing views of the city. And in that moment, I feel even deeper in love with Dublin.
After stopping by the giftshop on our way out, Sarah and I headed about five minutes down Thomas Street to Arthur’s, a cute little pub on a street corner. I got Guinness and beef casserole (delish!) and Sarah got her usual fish and chips. We enjoyed the nice break in our day. But the break was fleeting because we had to head to the Jameson Distillery for our next tour.
We got to the Jameson Distillery a little late, but managed to catch up to our tour. The Jameson factory was much smaller than Guinness but the tour was more intimate. We again got to learn how Jameson is made and why it is distilled no more or less than three times. At the end of the tour, we got to try samples (Sarah even volunteered to do a taste test, comparing Jameson to scotch and American whiskey). On our way out, we picked up a few souvenirs and the gift shop and headed back to our hostel.
That night, we went on a pub crawl with other tourists throughout the city. We started at this swanky pub down the street from our hostel. I remember most about the place that the walls were covered in portraits of breasts. Pretty interesting. Sarah and I met this couple from Wisconsin who became our barmates for the night. Sean and Felisha were delightfully honest and we enjoyed countless laughs with them. We also met a few Australian boys and a pack of frat guys from Florida. They were fun, but we didn’t talk to them too much.
The pub crawl headed to a few other pubs throughout the night (the names are escaping me!), and we continued to enjoy ourselves amongst the good company and lively atmosphere. The pub crawl ended at a club, but Sarah and I didn’t feel up to dancing, so we headed out early and went back to the hostel.
BUT I wasn’t done yet. I was only in Dublin once, so I had to make it count. So I headed back out alone ready to make friends somewhere. I ran into a couple of street performers on the corner who Sarah and I had met earlier. Recognizing me, the main musician flagged me over and told me they had just been victims of an attempted robbery. She asked me to watch over their instruments as she went to contact the police. I stayed with them for a while, going over what happened and doing everything I could to help. The robbers, a group of young girls who tried to push them over and steal their money, had managed to escape only with a few euros and some flyers. I was happy the girls didn’t do any real damage, but I was worried for the musicians nonetheless.
After everything was squared away, I stayed and listened to the band start playing again. While I was standing on the street corner with them, I met a few German people who came to listen, too. I started talk to the Germans, who were there on a business trip, and they ended up inviting me out with them. Again, I thought why not? So I left with them to go to another pub where we met some more people and listened to more live music. We stayed for a while and had a blast, until finally I realized it was past 3 a.m. and I needed to head back to the hostel.
In all, Dublin was more than I ever dreamed. The city was full of character, the people were just the right amount of mysterious and charming, and the music spoke to my heart. Leaving early the next morning was painful, but we packed up our things and made our way back to the ferry and back to London. I slept the whole way home, so I don’t have any more stories about people I met on the way, but I got the sleep I much needed!