A few minutes later and we're in the town of Swords, utterly lost and without a clue how to get to Dublin city centre. I tell Austin to just park the car and we'll ask for directions. We hop out of the car only to discover that we're in a "pay-and-display" parking spot. He feeds the machine a few euro cents, and we start walking. I run inside the first store we find, and ask for directions to the city centre. Not sure if it was my accent or if the lady was just a bit dense, but it was a worthless attempt.
I'm lost, irritated, and my head starts to ache. My nose is running like a faucet and practically bleeding from wiping it with the sandpaper toilet tissue from the plane. I start regretting our decision not to rent the GPS, and ask Austin if we can go back and get it. No, he'd rather purchase a map...
I'm in the passenger's seat with the directions in front of me. If there's one thing I'm not typically good at, it's navigating Google directions. Don't ask me why, they're pretty damn simple, but the truth is, I get lost a lot. Regardless, Austin's adjusting to the stick shift, and driving on the left-side of the road, so I'm the one in charge of telling him where to go. We take a turn, merging onto the M1. It's really not that hard, and we start to see signs for Dublin city centre. We keep driving, looking for our next turn. But where the hell are the street signs? Oh, is that one, up on that stone wall? Yeah, that's it. We haven't seen Upper Gardiner yet, let's keep going. There it is, turn left. A left turn in Ireland is like a right turn in Texas, so it's easy. This street turns into Lower Gardiner, and we're looking for the Maple Hotel.
Surprisingly, most of the shops, small restaurants and delis were already closing up around 6pm. That's too bad because Austin probably would've wanted to eat at the Bad Ass Cafe. Alas, a picture would have to do.
We decided to head to the restaurant the bartender had suggested for dinner, Le Bon Crubeen. Austin ordered another Carlsberg, and I chugged a water in hopes of my allergies improving.
For dinner, Austin ordered the most fantastic meal we had the pleasure of eating on our honeymoon - Spring Lamb Sweetbreads with Risotto. It was indescribable, and definitely surpassed my meal, tasty Asparagus soup, on the scale of awesomeness. Little did we know that Sweetbreads is a term used to describe the thymus gland...but ignorance was bliss in this scenario!
After dinner, we were ready for sleep. Not only did we need to recover from a full day of travelling, we were also still feeling the remnants of no-sleep during our wedding weekend. And we knew we'd need to be well-rested the next day when we ventured out to find Killarney, our next stop on our Irish honeymoon.
Keep reading to see what we did on day two.