I Don't Speak Irish
From London, I travelled to Dublin. I seem to remember that I thought it would be easier to start my travels in English-speaking cities. Though, to be honest, I really had nothing close to an itinerary except my return ticket from Athens. It's obvious from my Dublin journal entries that I didn't really connect with Dublin in 2003, and that I felt disappointed by my first experience there. I can read my frustration and remember trying so hard to feel connected to the city. I am also reminded reading back through my journals that I tended to write about a city while travelling to another city. Often in airports, and I still love writing in airports over twenty years later. No one really tells you, and certainly not pre social media world, how many tough, sad days you will have when you travel alone. I truly believed my trip was going to be nothing but perfect, picture postcard moments (Instagram!) with no rain, illness, getting lost, or feeling lonely. 27 February 200...
