Day 1 - The Portrait of An Author as a Young American

I reached my hotel after a half hour of looking. The furnishings were not like a hotel, or a motel at all, merely a bed with unmaid covers. The accommodations are… Spartan… enough that even Spartans might complain. As it turned out, I had arrived before the housekeeping did. Oh well. I used to wonder what the difference between a 50GP hotel room and a 10GP hotel room in video games. Now I know.
I experienced my first which I believe to be one of nine Ireland rains I will experience on this trip. It drizzled, and then rained, and then ceased with a quickness. For the first time, it was quiet. Even the streets outside of the park were peaceful after the rain, and then, as if suddenly made aware of the absence of the timpani call of water droplets, humans began filling up the spaceagain.
At The Temple Bar was the first time I experienced the concept of Bodhrain, or to summarize an abstract concept, the ability to appreciate good spirits and cheer. The songs these men sing in the bars: old and young men singing old drinking and folk songs paint the picture of Ireland’s history as vividly as Ireland could herself.