Céad Míle Fáilte
When immersed in a place of tranquility, you never want it to end. But the spell was broken by the alarm on Sunday morning (Apr 16), and we began the three-hour drive to the ferry terminal in Holyhead, Wales—where we would embark on the next leg of this wild and wonderful journey.
Céad Míle Fáilte (kay-od mee-leh foyle-cha) is a much loved Irish greeting and welcome that translates to “a hundred thousand welcomes.”
We drove off at Port Dublin and began to panic. Ever since our arrival in port, and as we slowly made our way to the Passport Control kiosk, we couldn't get our cellular data to work.
Having been forewarned about the difficulty of driving in Dublin with its traffic, bus-only lanes, taxi-only lanes, and a labyrinthine of one-way streets and narrow alleyways—the prospect of not having Google Maps to guide our journey was freaking me out.
We successfully passed the Passport Officer’s questions and I began slowly following the signs out of the port to City Centre, all the while trying to diagnose why we couldn’t get internet service. Were we going to have to go old school on this one?! Get a map 🗺️ ? Repeatedly stop and ask for directions?
Amanda read something aloud that triggered a memory for me that we had purposely turned roaming off in our cellular settings—and that was the ticket! Vodafone, our UK cellular provider, includes service in Ireland at no charge; however, it is considered roaming. Phew! 😅 Crisis averted. Thank goodness there was traffic; it gave us time to work through the issue.
Thankfully we had also completed several dry runs using the videos provided by the owner of the apartment and Google Earth Street View. Because of this, I recognized the tiny alleyway I otherwise would have missed. I then let Amanda out so she could to walk to retrieve the key and then make her way through the crazy maze of the apartment complex. Once inside, she was able to call a number that allowed the gate to open so I could drive into the underground garage.
It was an quite the process, but I’m proud of us—it took some great teamwork between leaving the boat and getting settled into our new Dublin digs.
A Walk Through Dublin
232° Celsius
The exact temperature at which Guinness barley is roasted to give their stout the unique color, amazing roasted coffee and chocolate aroma, and flavor we all love.
On New Years Eve, 1759 Arthur Guinness signed a 9,000 year lease on a run-down building in the neighborhood of St. James’s Gate, Dublin. Guinness had run a small brewery back at home in County Kildare, but at the age of 34, Arthur wanted to try his luck in the country’s capital.
The 9,000-year lease might have seemed a risky move to some, but it quickly became abundantly clear that the bold move paid off. The St James’s Gate area has been the home of Guinness ever since.
Trinity College
The Craic is Mighty
Craic is an enjoyable social activity; a good time.
A little piece of free advice…something that would have saved this culturally-ignorant traveler some embarrassment: never order a Black and Tan while in Ireland! Yes, I did! No, I shouldn’t have! (I asked for one in the Guinness Gravity Bar too! 😬)
Historically, the Black and Tans were a force of Temporary Constables recruited to assist the Royal Irish Constabulary in maintaining control over the IRA during the Irish War of Independence. They were generally thought of as the scum of the British system—looking for British ex-soldiers turned psychopaths, turning them into an evil, murderous militia, and releasing them from jails into Ireland.
While recent findings may suggest some historical inaccuracies in this description, that will do nothing to change the minds of millions of Irish who still despise The Black and Tan.
So, don’t be an eejit like me. If you’re in Ireland and you want a pale ale blended with a stout, ask for a Half and Half. They still may look down on you as a British stooge, but at least they won’t throw you out of the pub on your arse. Better still, don’t be a feckin gobshite—just order a feckin Guinness.
By the way, every wonder how a toucan became an icon of Irish Guinness? In the 1870's the Guinness site expanded northwards to bound the River Liffey and in 1873, the Company built their own jetty on the river. This enabled barges to load and unload wooden casks of Guinness directly at the gates of the Guinness Brewery for the first time.
Dublin school boys used to stand on the Ha'Penny bridge (above) calling out “Hey Mister, Bring us back a parrot” at the passing barges underneath, as they thought that the barges were sailing off to exotic places laden with Guinness. It guess it’s a small leap from parrot to toucan. Hmmm. That’s what the display says in the factory tour, but here is another explanation that seems more likely