The floors creak with every step, the pale gray light from the cold bay window illuminates three black metal bunk beds, each with one white pillow, one white blanket. The beds creak too.
The first day in Ireland was a full one. We arrived at a busy airport to rain and friendly faces. It was surprisingly warm. Or, we were too filled with excitement to care.
We boarded an unfamiliar sight, a double decker buss, and watched the green go by as we headed to the hostel where everything creaks.
We got lost trying to find it, this creaking hostel. But we were used to that. We had already become terribly lost in the airport. Lost is doable, if not fun.
I have to say, that though this is only my first full day here, I have already learned much of the city. At least, I've learned which way the big things are. It's not like the moment we arrived, though. It. Is. Cold. And wet. I never knew that 'wet' could be a smell. A friend once told me heat has a smell it leaves on the skin. That's true. It's a mark of the sun other than a tan, a distinct sent of being outside in sumner. Well, since there's no sun here, the wet air makes its own mark. Everything here smells wet and feels wet. I'd be lying if I said that I either liked it or didn't. It's just new, and something to adjust to.
I've heard so many languages and seen so many amazing sights. I cant wait for another wet, cold, Dublin day.
Happy travels, big and small, to all my readers!!
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