Goodbye to Dear Dirty Dublin

According to somebody quoted in the history of Dublin that we had to read "Your first day in Dublin is your worst." Well, I would have to say that my last day in Dublin has been my worst I slept heavily last night... once I was able to breath long enough to fall asleep without getting up to blow my nose. Apparently last night it was raining hard, even thundering, according to my roommate. I had my hearing aid out to sleep of course. Today, our very last day, it rained like the internet weather had been saying it was going to... on the day of our coastal tour. I was afraid of messing up my camera by getting it all wet. I couldn't really understand much of what the bus driver/tour guide was saying. It was one of those loud but mumbly microphone things. You know what I'm talking about. It's hard to take pictures from a bus with rainy windows. We did get out at this pretty garden place. It's a shame we had limited time there, not much time to eat lunch or enjoy the gardens, which looked beautiful from what I did see. I don't even remember what they were called. I've still been feeling kind of yucky today. My stomache hurt a little, so right when the bus got back to O'Connell I hopped into McDonald's. I went directly into the McDonald's and down the stairs to the bathroom. My feet were so wet and the stairs so slippery that I slipped on both flights of stairs. My back and butt both hurt now. I wouldn't be surprised if I had a huge bruise on my rear end. I was really feeling horrible by this time, so I went back to the hotel and took a nap for about an hour. I went back out again to go shopping for a bit. Then I came back to the hotel. I'm finishing my packing and going to sleep. We have to be ready to go by 6 am.