On our way to Dvblinia AKA the Viking Museum.
The Vikings and I, we go way back. Taught me all I know about pillaging and plundering.
Medieval Vikings for peace.
For those of you fluent in stained glass, this is the story of Ireland's conquering.
One second Daniel was in one piece...
...and then he forgot to "mind his head." A real shame.
Sean is actually here on a pro hackey sack scholarship. He's really not interested in Ireland at all, as you can see.
This guy is clearly leading a failing boycott against computers.
Bling bling!
Here we have the Children of Lir sculpture at the Garden of Remembrance.
These little girls just couldn't stop asking us questions... so we let them take our picture, and promised we'd meet them at the pub later.
The pixelated face is a symbol Sean's struggle to reconcile his Irish-American identity.
Just kidding - the real moral here is that walking through the back alleys of Dublin is not a shortcut to the post office, but there is a good bit of splendid graffiti along the way.
Today was a free day, so the above pictures are mostly of the "fun" nature. But in between all this, we did learn an intercultural lesson: We encountered an 18-year-old Irish girl (an older sibling of the girls at Garden of Remembrance) who informed us that the Irish HATE it when Americans claim/boast Irish descent. Some of us need to keep that in mind (not naming any names, SEAN).
Tomorrow, we meet up with John (our loving tour guide) for stops at Old Parliament House, Temple Bar, Dublin Castle, City Hall, Wood Quay, Christ Church Cathedral, and Four Courts. If I wasn't so tired, I'd end this on a joke, but for now I'm just gonna make like some hay and bale. PEACE.
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