Finally In Dublin

This blog's been leading up to this day and it's here. I'm finally in Dublin and it's 6:30 in the morning here. I'm so tired. I seem to be having pretty good luck with flights these days. Not only was my flight comfortable, We landed at Dublin airport 20 minutes ahead of schedule. Going through customs was kinda nerve racking because the guy looked at my passport then my visa papers, then the computer screen, then my passport, then the computer screen. Then my visa papers again, then back to my passport. Then he finally looks up and asks me how long I'd be staying. I tell him four months. He scans my passport. Stamps it. Then tells me I have one month to register with the Garda. And send me on my way. That. was. it. I freaked out for absolutely nothing. They're definitely not as harsh as they are at Heathrow.

Got my bag. Didn't take long. Since it was 5:20 in the morning, I thought it best to forgo figuring out the cheap way to get to city center and I got on the airlink. Really short ride. Got off on O'Connell Street. My first sights of Dublin being the Spire. It was kinda eery walking down the street at 5:50 in the morning. The cold chill from the River Liffey, the sounds of the seagulls and the almost deserted street made me feel so out of my element. Having studied the map for some time I pretty much didn't have any trouble walking to my hostel. Which is where I am now. I can still here the seagulls in the background.

Check in time is at 2:30 Ireland time (which is four hours ahead of you guys back in New York) which means I'm either going to curl up on this coach in the lounge here or ignore my jet lag and go walking about. All I know is as soon as 2:30 comes, I'm so passing the fuck out.