Getting lost in Dublin is actually quite difficult - I am very proud of myself for managing it. Dublin is really a very small city. Everything is concentrated in the City Center and Temple Bar area on the south side of the river Liffey. I live just north of the river, but O'Connell Street (the main thoroughfare which attaches north to south) is only a five minute walk away. It takes me about a half an hour to walk to the city center. I have been spoiled by New York City - I never realized just how GIGANTIC New York was until I started travelling to other places. Dublin is a great place, but as far as size goes, the only other rival to NYC that I have seen is London.
How did I get so lost, you ask? This is what happens when you don't use a map and you just let your feet guide you. I didn't want to look like a tourist so I took a quick look at my guide book before I left and then kept it in my bag. I find that this is a great way to get to know a city, but you must be prepared to have no clue where you are going. I started out on O'Connell:
This park is dedicated to those who gave their lives in the 1916 Uprising against British rule.
Finally, I reached my museum. It only took about 45 minutes. Hopefully, with practice, I can get it down to half an hour. Now, I started to get in a spot of trouble.
I was just deciding where to go next when I saw a guy disappear behind a wall. The wall had statues in front and I thought that the wall was solid, but it was actually three parts with a walkway leading through it. I followed the pathway and found myself inside St. Stephen's Green. I don't know how I was so close to the biggest park in Dublin and I didn't know it, but that is what happened. It is a lovely place to just sit and relax (and people watch!)
There was a man sitting on a park bench feeding the pidgeons. It looked like something out a Hitchcock movie. I have never seen so many pidgeons in one place at one time. Some of them were actually climbing the man's arm to get to the food. I sat for awhile, but decided to leave my park bench to avoid getting attacked. I went out of the park at another entrance.
I just started walking, taking in as much as I could. Only later did I realize that nothing looked familiar. When fewer and fewer people start to surround you, and you find yourself alone on a street in the middle of an afternoon, you know that something is wrong. I started heading north and I found running water. I assumed it was the Liffey River and I figured that if I followed the water upstream, then I would eventually find O'Connell Street again. Apparently, I need to work on my orienteering skills. I finally asked a nice elderly lady if I was headed in the right direction and she gave me a worried look. "Oh no dearie. You are very lost!" she said in her soft voice. It is never a good sign when the locals are concerned about you. She showed me the nearest bus stop and I let the driver do the work. I had gone all the way up to Griffith College, near Pheonix Park, and it took 20 minutes on the bus to get back.
I saw many new places and I'm glad for the adventure, but next time, I think I'll look like a tourist and take a map.
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