Reader's note: I've been a bit M.I.A on here lately. Sorry! Life really caught up to me once I got back from BCN and I needed some time to get back into the swing of things. Recently, I picked up a Dublin trip because I hadn't been there in a year and I desperately wanted to go back (read: I wanted some Guinness. Nothing like a pint of the black stuff straight from the source). While packing for this trip, my intuition told me two things: that there would be some sort of delay or cancellation on this trip and that I should pack my running gear. This piece of knowledge will come into play later.
The trip over to Dublin was uneventful. We got to the hotel and I took my usual two hour nap to acclimate to the time change. Then, I met up with some other crewmembers for coffee, lunch, and a leisurely walk around central Dublin. We ended up eating lunch at Jo'Burger - a kitschy burger joint in the heart of the city. The food, drinks, and company were absolutely wonderful. FYI, the burgers are giant! I didn't eat a side or most of the bun and I was still full!
Afterwards, we walked off our lunch calories around St. Stephen's Green, one of the many public parks in the city. As the weather was quite favourable, you can imagine that everyone in Dublin was out in the parks, occupying any open area of green space.
Later on, the entire* cabin crew met up for dinner and drinks. *This hardly ever happens on these transoceanic trips - a lot of regulars have their routine and usually stick to it. We had pre-dinner drinks at Café En Seine, an elegant Parisian-themed bar and restaurant near St. Stephen's Green. The décor alone is enough to visit this place. It is gorgeous. Very art nouveau. Perfect scene for early evening drinks and laughter with my crew. This is where I had my delicious Guinness. And another. Afterwards, we ventured to McGrattan's Bar & Grill for dinner. Lovely traditional pub with delicious food and a comfortable atmosphere. Yet another Guinness followed by bangers and mash for dinner. The cherry on top of a wonderful day.
The next morning, I got up when my alarm went off (0545) and started getting ready. I had my uniform on and almost started doing my makeup when I received a note from reception stating that our return flight was delayed six hours, and thus, our pickup from the hotel wasn't until later in the afternoon. It was like my intuition manifested itself, said, "heyyyy I told you so!" and merrily skipped away while laughing. At that point, I changed out of my uniform, got comfy, and finished up my breakfast. While watching France 24, I decided that now would be a good time to go for a run. Now, I hardly work out on international layovers because I'd much rather spend my time and energy exploring the city. But this was an exception. Beautiful weather. Low humidity. C'monnnnn. I ran a 5k along the River Liffey and it was one of the most freeing experiences I've had while running. Once I got away from the hustle and bustle of Dublin in the morning, it was just me and the river. That was one of my favourite runs so far. I got back with enough time to enjoy a solo stroll around the city, including a visit to Trinity College, before getting ready for work.
I should trust my intuition more. For some reason, I couldn't shake those two feelings. And they turned out to be true.
Can't wait to visit Dublin again!
Here's to Guinness and morning runs along the River Liffey,