Time grows short … I keep reminding myself to take my passport (but will I remember when it’s important?) … it seems I won’t have a chance to write all I wanted about my LAST trip to Dublin—
Like how the hotel I booked mainly for its low price turned out to be fortuitously located, in spite of its distance from downtown Dublin . I found out after I arrived that it was only a short walk from a rec center, where I could keep up with my non-marathon daily exercise routine; it was next to a huge shopping center that included the Irish equivalent of a super-Walmart (convenient for groceries); and it was an easy commute from the LDS meetinghouse, where I attended Sunday services and met a few other visitors (English and American) in town for the marathon. Ah, the Ardmore : what MORE could I ask for?
And there’s the Canadian actress I met on my day tour into the countryside. What a great companion for a hike around the lake. And the American couple I shared a table with during the Musical Pub Crawl. They had come to cheer for their son in the marathon. Did you know Irish bagpipes are different from Scottish bagpipes? The pipes rest across the musician’s lap, and the pump goes under the armpit. It makes for a fun visual performance as well as some cool music!
And there’s … and there’s … uh, there’s my ride to the airport?
When I told Don the name of your blog, he quipped, "Running the world ... one marathon at a time." Enjoy yourself this weekend. I'll be thinking of you.
ReplyDeleteI am really enjoying this blog. Nice cliffhanger!
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