The last time I was in Ireland was December 1999 at the end of my study abroad, around my 22nd birthday. I’ve written a lot (maybe too much) about my time in Ireland, but now I get to go back for the time in nineteen years!
Working at Automattic, we gather with our teammates on a trip or two each year. Being a distributed company, my particular team has members in Australia, New York, and South Africa. We’ve decided on London for meetup this year and I’ll extend my trip for a few days in Dublin.
I’ll fly into Dublin on a Wednesday night and sleep in a hotel near the airport. In the morning I’ll make my way into the city and do some exploring. Afterwards I’ll stay with a college friend and her husband about 40 minutes south of Dublin. We’ll spend Friday hiking and exploring Glendalough or other areas nearby.
Everywhere is a bit of a stretch, but it turns out I’ve been able to travel a lot in the last few years because of work. A friend I hadn’t seen for some time reminded me that when we first met my response to “hey, have you been to X place?” was inevitably “no.” And that wasn’t an exaggeration in my early twenties. Other than a few places in my home State of Maine, I’d been to New Hampshire, Boston, New Jersey, Florida, and Washington D.C.. Thankfully, that’s slowly been changing over the last few years.
Atlantic Canada (2002?): 2500 miles in a Ford Focus through…
For my first full day in Dublin, my priority was sorting out money for the four-month stay. Based on a recommendation, I’d brought a cashier’s check that I’d use to open an account. I’d supplement the rest with ATM withdrawals and purchases from a debit card.