Irish Eyes Are Smiling

Part erotic story, part travelogue, it is the story of my trip to Ireland

By Irish Eyes

I always wanted to go to Ireland. I made a trip there a few years ago on my own and I'd had a wonderful time. I just got a rental car and Bed and Breakfast vouchers for all over the country. I wandered wherever I wanted to, did whatever I liked. It was a very liberating experience. Afterwards, people kept telling me how brave I was, especially traveling alone! I didn't feel like I had done anything that courageous- I just enjoyed myself and had a good time.

So, I kept thinking that I should go back again sometime. Last summer, after getting a divorce (by my choice and definitely the best thing I could have done), I started thinking about Ireland again. One day, I was checking on the computer and I suddenly found that I could use my airline miles to travel to Ireland. I spontaneously booked the flight although it wasn't going to happen until the next April (just in time for my birthday). As the time came closer, I made my other arrangements, planning a rental car and B&B vouchers again so I could travel without a plan, without a schedule.

During the interim, I had rediscovered myself- finding the uninhibited, hedonistic woman that I am now. I love meeting new people and I love sex. So, a friend (who knows this side of me) introduced me to an Irish swinger's site about a week before my trip. I posted a profile on the site (the same one I use on another sex-related site). Wow!! Before the first 24 hours were up, I received about 30-40 emails from interesting Irish gentlemen all over the country. I answered most of them and gradually started getting a list of guys that I would actually like to meet. By the end of the trip, I ended up with over 150 emails. It was amazing and I was certainly gratified to find that the Irish guys would find me desirable from my profile (not even posting a photo of my tits!). Of course, I did clearly discuss all the things I love to do- oral, vaginal, and anal sex- and was very open about myself. This seems to be very refreshing to Irish and American males alike!

I packed for my trip, remembering for the first time to take condoms and lube on a trip. I decided that I needed to take my laptop so I could stay in contact with people (since I don't have an international phone) when I could find wi-fi access. I was going to have to arrange all my liaisons by email. I wasn't sure how difficult it would be, but I was willing to try.

Finally, the time came for me to travel. I boarded the short flight to Chicago and then had a pretty long layover there. I had a chance to use the wi-fi in the airport (after paying a fee- whatever happened to FREE wi-fi??) and set up a meeting for the day after my arrival. I chatted with a few other guys and started thinking that this was really going to be fun! I had never done anything like this in my life- setting up random sexual encounters, at least never in foreign country! But although there is something very superficial about meeting strangers for sex, I was still focusing on men that I felt some connection with (since I'd much rather have great connected sex any day!!). In this case, time was limited so there wouldn't be a lot of time for chatting before meeting someone and even less for deciding to take a meeting to the next level. I would have to trust my instincts at a higher level of intuition than I usually did (which is pretty high, anyway).

Boarding the plane in Chicago to head to Dublin, I knew I had a long flight ahead of me, but I was excited as well. Of course, such a long flight is very wearing, but I love flying, especially to Ireland! I spoke briefly with my neighbors on the plane, but people tended to get calmed down and prepared for resting early on. I was doing the same, purchasing a small bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon to have with my dinner, when I was called by the flight attendant to give medical assistance. As a medical person, I had never had to do this on a plane, but I was the only one available. I helped assess the passenger with the able assistance of the flight attendant who was also an EMT. I eventually decided to give the passenger some of my own asthma medication (since I always carry that with me) and he got much better. The flight attendants were very grateful to me and provided me with excellent service for the duration of the flight. I went back to my seat, ate some dinner and sipped my wine and tried to get some sleep. On landing in Dublin the next morning, I deplaned, walked for what seemed like miles through the new terminal section, and made my way through Customs/Immigration without any delays. I obtained my rental car, a map or two, and had a rapid mental refresher course on how to drive on the left side of the road! Fortunately, I've done it before and it comes back to me quickly, since I'm about to drive straight into Dublin City Centre!

I drove through Dublin, remembering a few areas I'd been to before, and finally found myself on the way down the coast, heading towards my first stop in Wexford. I stop briefly for lunch and manage to find a computer store to buy an aux cable for my iPod so I can have music on my travels. This is an area of Ireland I haven't seen before, so I enjoy exploring but it is pouring down rain most of the way, so I can't see much. I finally find the bed and breakfast where I had arranged to stay (with a little difficulty since they don't have street signs in much of Ireland!). Now, I find out my first big mistake! I have brought 2 outlet adaptors for electrical use (since the electrical outlets are a different shape and style than the ones in the U.S.). You also need an electrical converter for most things (though there is one built into my computer power brick). As soon as I decide to charge up my computer, I realize that I have brought the wrong adaptors! There are ones typically used in Europe and there are ones typically used in the UK including Ireland. Ay-yi-yi!!! What am I going to do? I finally ask my B&B hostess and she happens to have the adaptor which changes from European to UK, so by connecting it to the one I have, I can connect to the outlet. Although, I also realize that don't have the converter (for my other rechargeable things- phone, Palm. iPod), I have car chargers for those. The next thing I find out is that wi-fi is not that easy to find. Although, I purchased a plan which has thousands of hot spots, apparently the southeast coast of Ireland is not one of them! Oh, well, I'll work on that when I get to a larger city the next day.

After an early dinner and early bedtime with a good night's sleep (exhausted from the overnight flight and driving), I wake up to a sunny morning. I have a full Irish breakfast- eggs, bacon (much more like ham than our bacon, but very good), toast, marmalade and real butter (no imitations in this country of dairy farmers), and good strong tea. I'm not normally a big breakfast eater, but when I travel like this, I usually eat a big breakfast, snack for lunch, and then have dinner in a restaurant. My hostess spends some time talking with me and I find that she is a woman experiencing problems in her marriage, not dissimilar to the ones I had had before my divorce. She is just starting to realize (with the help of some motivational workshops) that she deserves to be happy and thinking about making some difficult choices. I share information about some of the books I've read which helped me during this same process and wish her luck and happiness. It's funny how I frequently run into people just at the right time, sometimes when they need to learn something I can pass on, sometimes when I need to hear their message.

I drive toward Waterford, spend the afternoon in the lobby of the Tower Hotel on the quay (pronounced "key" by the Irish), drinking tea and chatting on-line with more Irishmen, and then down toward one of the small coastal towns. I have arranged to meet a gentleman from the website and he has sent me his address and phone number. Again, I have a lot of trouble finding my way, and it is raining again, now in sheets like Texas rain. Finally, I pull into the driveway of his house, nearly an hour too early (I had allowed time to find his house and then get some dinner, but I'm exhausted from driving in circles for an hour or so). I ring his doorbell and hope that he won't mind a very cold, drippy lady showing up at his door, too early and hungry! Arthur (as I'll call him here) was thrilled to see me and showered me with hospitality- bringing me a cup of tea to warm up, settling me in a small study with a fire in the fireplace while he made me sandwich (as he was making his own when I arrived on his doorstep), serving me a glass of wine, and allowing me the use of his computer to check my mail. Since I'm going meet some Irish gentlemen on this trip, I have decided to send details of what man I'm meeting, phone numbers, addresses, etc in emails to my boyfriend (my primary relationship, although very open). I haven't usually been so careful, but I'm learning from some good friends that it is smart to take precautions. Of course, my friend is on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean, but if anything did happen to me, there would be a trail for him to share with the Garda (the Irish police). Arthur seems to be a nice gentleman, though, in his late 50's. He tells me he is a widower in a civil service job with two adult sons.

Arthur becomes more amorous and we start talking more about what he'd like to do. He touches my face, commenting on how soft my skin is, then, hesitantly kissing me. Each time he returns to the room, he touches me, gradually working up to touching my breasts and then my ass, although I still have my clothes on, of course. Arthur is definitely an ass-man- totally enamored of mine! He tells me that he is planning to take a Viagra and asks if I mind. Apparently, once a woman was upset with him for taking one, but I say do whatever works! Eventually, he showed me to the guest room and gave me a chance to clean up. I took off some of my clothes, down to my t-shirt, bra and panties and we start seriously flirting- a little fondling and kissing. He would like me to take off the rest of my clothes, while he goes in his own room and disrobes, put a dressing gown (robe) over myself, get on my hands and knees on the bed so he can come up behind me and start playing with me. Okay, sounds like fun! We had already discussed my ground rules- condoms required, of course- and I feel comfortable with him. So, my ass is in the air while I'm kneeling on the bed, and he enters the room. I feel his mouth start to explore my pussy. Ahhhh. Very nice. His tongue strokes my clit and I get much warmer!! A finger explores my pussy and then he is licking my ass as well. After a few minutes, I need to get off of my knees, but he is happy to continue in another position. After I have at least one orgasm as a result of his skillful mouth and fingers, he puts on a condom and slips his very hard (Thank you, Viagra!!) cock into my pussy. His house is completely empty, so I can be as loud as I like! He fucks my pussy and moves to my ass after lubricating me well. I come several times. We take a break for a little while and then I start licking his cock. Well, I had expected that some of the Irish men would not be circumcised (since it is not as common as it is in the US), but I didn't realize that many of them have very tight foreskins that don't retract. Arthur actually won't let me really play with him with my mouth and hands as much as I would like to because it is uncomfortable for him to have that much tension on the foreskin. So sad!! A small problem that makes sex uncomfortable or even painful which could have been avoided if the little boys learned to pull their foreskin back properly when they were young. Well, that's another article I've written for the educational erotica series! Arthur moves back to fuck my ass again, slipping on a new condom and reaching for the vibrator he bought for the occasion. I've never had much experience with a Rabbit-type vibrator, but he slips it into my vagina after applying lube. His cock slides into my ass and I am filled with vibrator and cock. OMG!! I come over and over again until I am exhausted. Later, before I go to sleep (in the guest room, while he returns to his bedroom), he tells me that I am the most exciting thing he'd ever done in his whole life!! I, very nicely, told him that he wasn't the most exciting thing I'd ever done (I've done some wild things!!), but I had a wonderful time. He tells me he'd love to come revisit me in the morning, with the erection he's sure to have, but I need to get on the road in the morning so I gently dissuade him. Poor man didn't sleep well at all, but I slept quite well after all the exercise.

In the morning, I wake up and get myself together. Arthur gives me a breakfast of tea and toast, a lovely good-bye kiss and then I discreetly leave (so the neighbors won't get too curious) and head to Galway. Arthur has given me directions, but I find a few detours due to construction work and end up driving back to Waterford to get on the main highway to Galway. Today, I have plans to meet Pete, a younger married guy who has made a reservation for me at a hotel nearby (but not too near). I drive through several small towns from Waterford to Limerick and then get on a four-lane divided highway (woohoo!!) and drive 100 km per hour!! Actually, about 62 mph, but it seems faster.

I arrive at the hotel and I'm getting my things out of my trunk (the boot, they say in Ireland) of the car (I don't carry everything in at each stop- just transfer a few things into a carry-on type bag). A very cute, 30-something guy is walking up to me!! Wow (well, I did see a photo before, but, in person, is much better!!) Pete (as I'll call him) has scruffy facial hair (I don't know what you call it, but it looks sexy!), lovely eyes, and a sweet smile. I'm surprised to find (though I probably shouldn't be) that he is nervous!! He helps me carry my things inside and stands off to the side while I check in (he made the reservation in my name), then carries my bags to the room. He tells me he's going to get a drink at the bar while I get cleaned up a bit (4 hours on the road and I'd like to change my clothes and brush my teeth at the least!), so I assume he is trying to calm down his nerves a bit (he's married and this is his first time to play like this, certainly with a wanton harlot from the U.S.!). He returns in a few minutes and we sit on the bed to get to know each other. First things first, of course, so we start kissing. Pete's still nervous, but really starts to enjoy kissing with me (I DO know how to kiss- the main thing is to put your whole self into it and kiss like you mean it whether it is first time kissing someone or you've been together forever!). Pete tells me that he really loves giving oral to a woman, and I think he will be very good at it. Clothes start falling off (I'm not sure all of them ever came off, but enough) and he starts playing with my breasts. His boxers come off and he has a very nice cock- very hard, very ready, again non-circumcised, but I expect that will be true of most men in Ireland.

I start licking him, being careful not to put too much tension on his foreskin (having learned previously). He is really enjoying my mouth exploring his cock, gently teasing and exciting him. He moves around and reciprocates with his mouth on my pussy as I come over and over again. Pete moves up onto the bed and his cock is at my mouth again. I lick and suck a bit more, my other hand on my clit and I keep shuddering with pleasure. Pete uses his hand on his cock to get some more stimulation and within minutes hot cum is spurting all over my tits. Hmmmmm. A gentleman, he goes to the bathroom and brings a towel for me to clean myself up. We snuggle and chat a bit, but, unfortunately, Pete has to get back to work, thanking me for a wonderful time, in a lovely Irish accent! I take a nap, exhausted from all the travel and fun.

After a good night's sleep, I meet another gentleman (I'll call him Brian) in the hotel lobby for tea and toast. I had no idea what to expect. In the IM chatting, he had implied that he was an older gentleman, using a Zimmer frame (what we call a walker). Since I was just meeting him to talk (not necessarily play), it didn't much matter to me how he got around. So, I was somewhat surprised to have a robust, healthy, somewhat older (but, by no means, elderly) man walk up to me in the lobby. Such a kidder! We sit and have tea and some toast, talking -about all manner of things- my adventures, his family and work in Ireland, and how open and direct I am!! We had a nice time, but unfortunately, he has to go to work and we won't have time for anything else. But I do get a nice hug!

As I head back onto the road, I stop at a grocery store and pick up some provisions. I realized that I hadn't been eating enough and had found some of the food to be much blander than I like. Earlier that morning (before the tea and toast), I had gotten very cranky from lack of good food!! Stocking up on some fruit, scones, crackers and cheese, and Diet Cokes makes me feel a lot better. I drive back to Limerick (where I'd driven through yesterday) in a steady rain. There's a long stretch of road with construction that slows things down, lots of trucks (lorries), but finally, I'm back on divided highway without any traffic until I get into Limerick. I've been to Limerick before so I find my way to the hotel on the quay. Slogging my way through the rain, I find a nice, quiet spot in the hotel lobby and order tea. I get an internet connection and watch the River Shannon go by, blown by the wind and the rain outside the window. I'm hoping to meet another gentleman for a drink in an hour or so. We've chatted by email/IM and he seems to be a nice guy. Unfortunately, after waiting awhile, I finally call him and find that he won't be able to meet me (I have only access to internet and he only has access to phone, so I have to use a pay phone). Oh, well.

I decide to stay and have some dinner. I order a glass of wine and an entrée of beef teriyaki and vegetables in the hotel bar. This is the best food I've had the entire time I've been in Ireland. The vegetables and beef are in an exquisite sauce with a lot of flavor, maybe a touch of wine. Every thing is cooked perfectly and served with a bowl of rice. It becomes a sensual experience in itself and I thoroughly enjoy myself. As I'm eating dinner, another friend pops up on the computer and invites me to meet him. We quickly make arrangements. I had previously told the lady who was serving me in the bar that my date had had to cancel. Now, I tell her that I have a new one arranged. She is very impressed and laughs. Finally, I pack up my computer and leave the hotel, going back out into the darkening evening.

I return to the bed and breakfast that I found earlier (before heading to the hotel lobby). I had already reserved my room for the evening, so I go upstairs and take a shower and change into a green dress. I have no other shoes than tennis shoes, but they will have to do. Since it's pouring rain again, I drive my car across the "highway" to a hotel across from my B&B. I walk into the hotel bar and realize that I don't really know what this gentleman looks like. There are no single men, though, so I assume that I am the first to arrive. I order a pot of tea and pull out my maps, trying to figure out what to do the next day. Since I have no other gentlemen to meet, I'm not sure what I want to do next. As I'm looking at the maps, a man sits at the next table with a glass of soda in his hand and asks me where I'm headed. I tell him that I have no idea, I'm just wandering. He smiles and asks if I am Irish Eyes. Ahh, this is my date (I'll call him Iain). He's a charming bi-sexual guy with salt-and-pepper hair and a nice smile. We sit together and chat for a few minutes. We decide, rather quickly, that we would like to do more than chat in the hotel bar. Well, now there's a dilemma. I've never had a guest while staying in a Bed & Breakfast. I have no idea whether I'm allowed to invite him to my room or not. Certainly, I don't want to ask my host if I can entertain a stranger in my room!! Finally, concluding that I really have nothing to lose, we decide to sneak in together. We drive over to the B&B and quickly go indoors, and up the stairs into my small room. So far, so good. I already know that Iain doesn't have much time; he has to go to work at 11 pm and it's just past 9. We skip a lot of the formalities and get naked, fast!! We start kissing and touching. His cock is getting hard very quickly and I put my mouth on him, licking and sucking, sensually. In a few minutes, Iain moves around and starts using his mouth on my pussy. Hmmmm. I am very hot and very wet. It's probably the combination of the excellent stimulation with the idea that I feel like a teenager sneaking a man into my room (which I never did as an adolescent). I feel very wicked and very sexy!! I slip a condom on Iain's very ready cock and he slides into me, as I ride on top of him, feeling him deep inside of me. I come a few times- it's always intense having a cock deep inside me when I'm on top!! We rotate positions and he enters me again as we both move together until we come. Hmmmmm. We are having a great time, but, unfortunately, he does have to leave soon. Before he heads back downstairs, we discuss how to handle it if my host sees him leaving. We realize (a bit belatedly) that I have never told him my real name, so we correct that quickly; now he can say honestly that he was just visiting me- totally true, just incomplete. Well, as luck would have it, just as he reaches the lower landing of the stairs, the host of the B&B comes out of the television room where he had been watching the soccer game. He sees Iain and asks if he is the new guest for one of the other rooms, and Iain, without missing a beat, says "No, I was just visiting ...". The host nods and goes back to his soccer game. I duck back into my B&B, laughing silently.

The next morning, I have a full Irish breakfast and learn that my host used to be a chef in Texas. What an interesting coincidence! We chat, but, of course, never, ever mention my visitor! Before I leave, I ask my host about finding a place where I can get wi-fi service and he invites me to use his computer to check my email. Again, I update my friend "across the pond" about my plans, but now I have no immediate plans to meet any more Irish men.

I drive towards Galway again, stopping to take photos of a castle or two and the countryside. I decide to drive to the Cliffs of Moher, which are awe-inspiring cliffs over Galway Bay, near Ennis. When I reach the area, though, I find that there is an admissions fee and a long trek up to the cliffs. Well, I didn't really want to do that, so I drive onward, stopping once at a rock and crystal store where I do a little shopping. Then, as I turn a curve, I suddenly have a view of rolling hills, barren with very little trees or bushes, but as the light moves over them, what colors!! The shades and the changing view of these barren hills completely enthrall me. It is an immense beauty, difficult to see at once, completely impossible to capture with the camera (although I try several times). This is The Burren, a great landscape of limestone karst, which also contains many stone tombs, megaliths, and dolmens, some dating back to 3000 BC. Every turn I make as I drive presents a new vista of this beautiful area. I find a shop with a café and stop for a cup of tea and a scone, looking out over Galway Bay.

After the break, I continue on through winding country roads towards Galway. I've been to the Connemara before, the broad peninsula west of Galway, which is more "Irish" than any of the more developed areas (Irish is still spoken widely and signs are in Irish and English), and parts of this area remind me of the Connemara as well (not surprising since they are only a few miles apart across the bay).

I drive into Galway City Centre and wander around looking for a place to stay for the night. I decide to stay in a hotel tonight. I find one (not too expensive, but not very good either) with internet access and get settled in a room. Unfortunately, the internet access is not wi-fi and I have to pay for the use of a cable. I have dinner at the hotel, a singularly uninspiring piece of chicken with some French fries (chips), and have a nice soaking bath (the main reason I chose a hotel over a B&B). I still have no real plan for the next day, but I think I'm going to head across the Midlands. I email a couple of B&B's, and get a confirmation from one just a little north of Birr (which I've been to before). I spend a little time chatting with a couple of gentlemen who live in that area and have a tentative plan for meeting someone later.

The next morning, I have breakfast at the buffet, and then return to my room for a little more sleep (check out at noon). I do a little shopping in Galway (buying my own cable in case I need it for an internet connection) and drive towards Birr. Eventually, I find myself on some tiny little roads in the Midland, definitely unsure if two cars can pass at once, but fortunately not needing to have it tested since there is no other traffic on the road. I find the B&B (eventually, since the little roads don't actually have real street signs) and meet my host and hostess. Sadly, I realize that I have left my electrical adapters at the hotel in Galway!! I have no way to charge my computer or my Palm. (Fortunately, I have a car charger for my Ipod and my phone) Also, there is no wi-fi, but my host allows me to use his computer using the Vodafone system (with a radio system that has to attach near the window) and I find the guy I had emailed earlier. He gives me his telephone number and asks me to call him later since I won't have computer access.

I call Edward (as I'll call him) and he wants to meet me this evening after his soccer game with his friends. That sounds great, but we can't figure out where we can meet. He's married and I'm staying a bit too close to his own small town for comfort (small towns being what they are) so we discuss me driving a half hour away where he's less likely to be known. But I've already driven those little roads in the daylight and I'm not too sure about driving them in the middle of night. Edward says "You're kind of bursting my little bubble here". Flirtatiously, I say, "And you'd like me to be bursting your big bubble??" He laughs and we decide that he will come pick me up at the B&B and we can go for a drive together (after ascertaining that he probably isn't a criminal or pervert!!).

I take a shower and put on a skirt and sweater. My hostess asks about my plans and I tell her I have a date. Of course, she wants to know more details, but I keep it private (since she probably knows half the county). Edward picks me up at the end of the drive around 9 pm and he seems like a nice guy. He's in his 40's and works as some type of an accountant. I can tell he is still nervous, but we drive in the night (away from the area he lives in, of course) and talk. After a while, we decide to park by the side of the road near a farm. There is nothing around here, it is pitch dark, and raining. We start kissing and petting. Oh, my! I've never been parking with a man- another adolescent experience missed!! Edward can kiss well and his hands are exploring. I help by unfastening my bra and he fondles my breasts while I shudder in small orgasms. I take off my panties also and he slips his hand down to my clit. I am getting wet very rapidly and his fingers find my pussy, sliding inside me and driving me to a stronger orgasm. Edward seems to be enjoying playing with me, but I want to make sure he gets some satisfaction also. I ask him what he'd like and he tells me he'd love for me to play with him, also. In two shakes, his trousers are down and his cock is out. Finally! A circumcised cock! I lean over (the gear shift is not too much in the way, but I make sure that he's got it set so I'm not going to bump it if I get distracted). His cock is hard and smooth. I run my tongue around the tip and hear the sharp intake of his breath. I tease it with my tongue, sliding down one side and up the other, doing what I do well!! I start to realize though that if I keep this up, I'm going to need to figure out what we're going to do if he comes (I'm almost positive he will!!). I don't usually swallow semen, (I'm not crazy about the taste of everyone's), and so I tell him this. Also, since he's ostensibly on his way home from soccer with his mates, it probably won't do to have cum all over his belly when he gets home. I rummage around in my purse and find a handkerchief, deciding this will work. Having anticipated his ejaculation, I go back to work trying to bring it about. My mouth plays on his cock, licking, sucking, exploring his balls and my hands join in on the fun. As I feel him starting to come, I take him in my mouth, and then let the ejaculate (which really isn't bad at all) slip into the handkerchief (not being too obvious about it). Very nice!! Apparently, it's been quite a while since Edward's had a blow-job, and as far as he can remember, he's never had one like that!! We talk about the sad fact that some women are still very repressed sexually and, although many men are married and love their wives, they have very unsatisfying sex lives. Poor things!

We need to get me back to the B&B again, so Edward can get himself home (just a little late). Edward has to figure out how to pull his trousers back up while sitting in the car. Having done this before myself, I know it's no small feat, but he manages to pull himself together. I just stuff my bra and panties into my purse!! Too soon, we find ourselves back at my B&B, we share a few more kisses, and I let myself back into the house without running into my host or hostess. Just as I start to get undressed for bed (not difficult when you are barely dressed already), I realize my book is in my car, so I go back out to collect it. The rain has stopped and I look up to find a sky that is amazingly full of stars. I've looked at the night sky in dark locations before, but nothing compares to this!!! It is so dark (in the middle of nowhere in a county with a fairly sparse population) the stars completely fill the sky with a dazzling array. I can barely make out any constellations since it seems the stars are packed so tightly. Finally, I find the Big Dipper and Little Dipper and just enjoy the spectacle of the rest of the starry night.

The next morning, I have a lovely breakfast with my hostess and try my French on a visiting couple. Amazingly, I remember a little and I can be understood! My hostess asks about my date, but I keep my answers brief and vague.

I set off for Dublin, the last day of my travels. I drive in on the M4, the best highway in the country, I'm convinced. It's Easter Sunday and there is no traffic at all. I have a hotel reservation in Dublin for the last night and then to the airport the next day. Although I've been in Dublin City Centre several times, I still manage to get lost trying to find my hotel (not entirely my fault since the most direct route is blocked off today for some event), but I finally find it, get settled and have a nice dinner in the pub.

In the morning, I head to the airport to fly home. Crazily enough, there is another medical emergency on the return flight and I help deal with the passenger. The flight attendants (some from the previous flight who recognized me as I boarded) are so appreciative, I travel back across the pond in First Class!!

When I arrive home, my boyfriend meets me at the airport with a large bottle of water, some dark chocolate, and a wonderful hug and kisses!! Nice to go on an Irish adventure and nice to come home!! My Irish Eyes are still smiling!

The End