Dublin

I left the windy cold England for a wonderful spring in the north. Yesterday the sun was warming me and all the birds sang and the flowers blossomed.. Making you jealous? Good!
Seriously tho, I'm having a great time here. Yesterday I looked at St Patrics Church and the grave of Jonathan Swift. And then I went to the oldest library in Ireland. It's been looking the same for over three hundred years. Do you think history and bookloving Siri was in heaven? She was indeed!
It worked an older gentleman named Robert there, and between telling me about his stampcollection and the history of the place he managed to not only teach me a little Irish but give me advice about life aswell... Lord all Mighty!

After that I strolled along the sidewalk until I ended up in a sunny corner of a park where I read filthy chicklitt, (wich made my chins turn red) and enjoy the sunshine for over three hours. On my way home I stumbled over some musicians playing in the street, and they where good alright. And it was the cutest thing!
First a teenage girl came by and gave them flowers, and the a drunk couple came by aswell, and the danced and laughed, and the they a\gave them money, and a flower she had in her hand. When did you se that happen in Sweden? A homeless give money to a gatumusikant?

After that I ate the biggest meal you ever would imagine on a real turist-trap down in the Temple Bar. And after that listened to the liveband until eleven a clock. While listening I managed to get the adress of a curious looking old lady in Aberdeen, who took my photo, handed me a plate (the kind you put your glass on not to stain the table) and said, "If you ever come to Aberdeen" Well I just must come now.. right!?

Did I mention the brazilians? There where some Brazilians too....
And this morning I woke up to the most unlikly sound. Swedish! Three girls in my room are from Karlstad. It's a small world allright...

All this said, And more to come, I now have to stop because time is money.. and I am of for new adventures!