Coming from JFK

What a LONG FLIGHT. Ugh. Especially when sitting next to this old broad shouldered British guy who refused to stay on his side of the seat and REEKED of wine... reminds me of a UK version of George Carlin's "guy in the Grateful Dead T-Shirt and the F*@! You hat!"

But anyways - it really was no problem. I was worried a bit about getting my violin on board but it worked out just fine. I just acted like I did it all the time and no one questioned me at all. I took an AirCoach bus from the airport into Dublin's city centre - I got off one stop more than I probably should have but whatever, just a bit more exercise. Bought me a "mobile," as they call cell phones over here. Got batters and some adapters - cuz I forgot mine :( Stupid. Fairly cheap though, 9 E. Not too bad.

There was a girl playing themes from the Titanic on her violin in the middle of the street... case open for tips of course - I've found quite a few people do that over here. I guess in some places you need a license for it - but not here.

So I finally got into the hotel room after the people at the front desk realized I fell asleep (and was probably snoring) on their couch. And now I'm typing this from my bed. It's a great room - only one floor up and just straight across the hallway - kinda noisy though; most rooms in hotels in Ireland don't have air conditioning so my window is half open right now. I must say though, it's quite nice - it's only around 65, 70 here. So windows open is just fine with me!

I can deal with the noise - especially after being awake for 24 hours straight, sitting next to a guy who took up 1 1/3 of 2 seats for 6 hours straight, walking around Dublin for 2 hours straight, and all the while having traveling ...sicknesses. Oh yummy. I've discovered I don't travel well... at least not by plane.

Anyways I need some rest if I'm gonna go on that musical pub crawl tonight!