We regrouped in the Trinity student commons and headed over to the National Museum to see some stuff that Vance wanted us to view concerning Easter Rising and the War of Independence (or, as our history lecturer Robert Dunlop would say, “self-determination”). Interestingly enough, three of the insurgents from Easter Rising were executed in Kilmainham Jail on my birthday, May 3.
We also saw the bog man in the museum. Stinks to be him.
After we’d had our fill of education, we were free to wander Dublin. Ann, Trista, Mia and I went to St. Stephen’s Green to eat our sack lunches. I saw a guy brushing his teeth on the park bench. That was interesting. Then Mia wanted to get her nose pierced, so while she did that, we tried to find a free bathroom. It was 20c in the mall, so we went down to Grafton Street to use the McD’s bathroom and get some Bewleys. After a quick stop at Hodges and Figgis, we found St. Patrick’s Cathedral and walked around in the gardens outside. We didn’t go inside because they charged admission and we think we’ll be going there later in the semester with ISP.
We caught the DART back to Greystones and once again enjoyed returning to our little seaside village after a long, dreary day in the city.
On Saturday, we took a combination of buses to Enniskerry and the Powerscourt House and Gardens. Powerscourt is basically this huge estate that’s been featured in films such as The Count of Monte Cristo and (I think) St. Ives. People must have too much money and time because that place was immaculate. They had a pet cemetery with real headstones and everything. I mean, these people (I don’t really know who lived in the house) most have really liked their pets. One headstone described a pet named “Sting” as “faithful beyond human fidelity.” Wow.
Here’s a photo of Powerscourt.
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