Dun Laohaire

 

On Thursday, Roman and my mother found themselves in the harbor town of Dun Laoghaire.  It is the port town where you would enter Ireland if you were to take a ferry from Wales or France.  They visited the Joyce Gardens, walked along the streets, entered thrift stores, and ate lunch/dinner at McLoughlin Bar. They even found themselves stuck in proper Dublin work traffic going home, which gave them a feel of what it would be like if they lived in Dublin.  Friday is their last day, and they are going to a castle. Roman has tickets to the Drogheda Soccer match against Dublin.  He will return home on Saturday, and my mom will fly to Germany.  We head to Germany tomorrow.  I am almost packed.  Just waiting for the dryer. I should be able to relax until it is time to go.