After a fun night out in Dublin last night, I woke up early and went for a little run. Running is such a great way to get to know a city: you're flexible on where to go, and you can speed right past the parts that don't interest you, and investigate the ones that do.
Because my friend and hostess-with-the-mostest Jihane lives right on the beautiful Grand Canal, I knew that I could pretty much just follow the water and get somewhere cool.
Indeed, after about 1km, I got to Sandymount Strand (Irish: Dumhach Thrá), the "most famous beach in Irish fiction."
...Yeah, I'd never heard of it either.
But only because I haven't actually read James Joyce's Ulysses, two episodes of which are set on Sandymount Strand. One that involves the suicide of a main character, and one that had the book banned in the U.S. for obscenity. So, you know, cheerful place.
Nice to run along the sand with the seagulls and the friendly Irish smiles and the March breeze, though.
I'm excited to see more of this city. I'm excited to go read The Book of Kells and visit the Guinness Storehouse and wander the little alleyways over by Temple Bar. Or maybe I'll just relax and soak it all in.
Go raibh maith agat, Ireland. (And wow is that a lot of letter to say 'thanks'!)