Ireland Training Lesson Two

Lesson Two:  Efficiency is not king around these parts. 

The search for our hotel was Ireland’s next training adventure.  We are used to our buildings/structures having a number, a street, a city and a zip code attached to them.  As we have discovered this is not the case in Ireland.  It seems that here everything is determined by what was here before, what neighborhood you are in, or what estate your dwelling happens to be contained.  Only then, if you're lucky, are you given a house number.  

We found our hotel—Bewley’s Newland’s Cross in the Clondaulkin neighborhood of Dublin.  Thank goodness for the GPS the nice Sixt guy threw in!  We would have never found it otherwise as there are no street signs in Ireland.  It’s like these people assume everyone knows what person used to live on that street a couple hundred years ago.  Which, we don’t.  So, it doesn’t appear that Ireland cares if people find places efficiently.  Got it.

 

After checking in, dropping our luggage at the room, freshening up, we ate breakfast at the hotel.   A full Irish was in order, but it has way too many calories and was filled with unfamiliar items for the kids to appreciate.  We stuck with scrambled eggs and sausage with toast.  I’m sure the girls will build rhapsodies about the toast, but I’m as much of a fan as they are.