Day 2. Part 2

So I left you with the hopes of an explored day, and it was! It is currently 8pm and I am sitting the basement of the hostel, absolutely exhausted. But showered and finally in clean clothes, I never thought I would appreciate showering in stalls the size of a kids play pin, but it was so incredible.

We first left the hostel and immediately jumped in a cab to Jervis shopping center, specifically NewLook, I had ordered clothes for this trip from this store, but unfortunately the never arrived, s0 this was the second best option. Our taxi driver was an lovely Irish gentleman who gave a great mini history lesson while on our way. Dublin is such a culturally rich city. New look was a success in the shirt department, but unfortunately the one thing I actually needed was a good pair of jeans, and they did’y have them,  so leggings will have to suffice. We then made our way towards the Dublin spire, and O’Connell street to catch a hop-on hop-off city tour bus and, as the Irish would say, it was pissing rain. It felt like ice sickles mixed with mist were crushed up then thrown at your face at a high velocity.

Thankfully we reached the bus and went for a very nice tour of the city of Dublin, we saw the Guinness brewery, Grafton street, Christchurch, Cathedrals and much much more!  One thing I’ve noticed that is different from being at home, is the history. It’s so interesting and all the buildings and neighborhoods seem to have so many layers of history and stories, I don’t know if I would ever get bored of learning.

After the tour we hoped off on the water front and walked around till we found a place that looked worthy of dinner, aka, served food. We ended up at Rileys pub, and I got the healthiest thing on the menu, spinach tortellini, which was decent, but the white flour was something I didn’t prefer. I doubt they carried whole grain… So I made do, I took it slow, avoiding scarfing the whole thing down in hopes for a bust of energy and took my time. I ended up being full halfway through, the meal was pretty good, and I actually got ice in my water!

We made our way back to the hostel and surprisingly enough, I’m decent at working a map, like a paper map. Who knew? And then came the shower, this was something I was dreading and lusting for. I hadn’t taken a shower in over 48 hours, and during those 48 hours I took 2 flights and spent 5 hours walking around New York and taking the subway, so needless to say, I was dirty and I smelled and it wasn’t a pleasant situation. But I also dreaded it because of my own issues with my body, but I powered through and  I grabbed my towel, shampoo and clothes to change into and tiptoed my way out of the 12 person room I’m staying in to the bathrooms. I didn’t want to undress in front of anyone, who does? And went into the stall, hung everything up and pressed the button (theres only one button on the wall, unfortunately no temperature control) and all my stressing over my body, and the tension of leaving home, melted away. The water was surprisingly perfect and I was in heaven. I awkwardly fumbled around in the small stall into my pajamas and while I was still a little uneasy at first, I feel so much more at ease now.

I’ve had moments where I have doubted my self, whether I was capable of taking this trip, away from family, home, and safety and go someplace totally unknown, and do things I’ve never done. Whether I would buckle, breakdown and find some excuse to go home, or push my way through the breakdowns (they have happened, 2 and counting), and find the joy and fun in what I’m doing. And most importantly, be able to let go. So far Im doing a pretty good job and I feel less stressed than ever before. These next 21 days aren’t going to be easy, but I have a feeling they will be some of the best days of my life.

IMG_1821_2 IMG_1822 IMG_1820 IMG_1814_2 IMG_1813 IMG_1799_2 IMG_1800 IMG_1801_2 IMG_1802 IMG_1805 I hope you enjoyed this post as much as I am enjoying writing it, I am off to be with a hot cup of tea and some ear plugs.

Until tomorrow… Live in the moment. Enjoy life, and Be happy

Ruzele

xxx

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