There is something inexplicably terrifying about being a passenger on the other side of the road. That and he wasn't exactly going super slow on those curves. It's a good thing I'm not adept at converting kilometres to miles.

It's also hard to even begin explaining that swell that happens to your insides when you're looking at such a large city from that sort of distance. From the "mountains," Dublin seems much larger than it feels.

I left my camera in the car, which I somewhat kick myself over, but, then again, sometimes it's still best to have some things just as images in your mind. It is said that if there are any more warm summer days that Dublin has to offer, we'll go back and swim in that lake. I'm not too sure how I feel about the cleanliness of the water, but at least it's not the Liffey. Right?

We had a pint at the highest pub in Ireland (Smithwick's tastes even better up there). It was covered in so many pieces of history. Colour me impressed.