Jessica had a short lists of things to do while in Ireland which included milking a cow and rolling down a hill. Despite our best efforts we never found her a cow to milk and the only hill we found was more mud than grass so she didn't roll down it. However, to make up for that our trip decided to go down hill incredibly quickly on her behalf. As illustrated by this gorgeous picture:
On Sunday, after our great time at the Guinness Storehouse and Jameson Distillery we got back to our hostel and the surprises started. When we went to grab our bags from the luggage room, Jamie's was not there. Her huge bright green bag with two weeks worth of everything - just not there anymore. Which was a shame, because we left it there very much hoping it would wait where we left it.
This was severely not ok. We spoke sternly to the poor guy behind the desk, who called his manager and apologized a ton, because nothing like that had ever happened while he was working and he wasn't sure what to do besides call his manager and apologize a ton. He said there was a large group that left that afternoon who might have accidentally taken her bag with them to Cork. Since Jamie's bright-green-bag was either stolen or inadvertently on its own adventure in County Cork, we figured there wasn't much we could do besides go find some dinner while the poor guy behind the desk tried to get a hold of the group and his manager.
|This quote of Jamie's from dinner along with our jokes about|
e-coli apples became significantly less funny as the night wore on
We passed up a couple of very crowded touristy places and a restaurant with an hour and a half wait. Jessica made a passing (but also prophetic) comment that perhaps we shouldn't trust a place which was so empty when the other places were so busy. We should have paid lots and lots more attention to her brilliant insight. Turns out she was entirely correct.
|Jamie and I both got yummy-seeming soup with our dinners|
It looked better than this picture, but looks can be deceiving
|You should very much appreciate the lack of vomit in this picture,|
besides the bunk beds and sick girls it was the defining characteristic of the room
In the morning Jamie was still in no state to fly, so we canceled her flight and went to get Jessica to the airport. Which involved running from the hostel to the bus stop. It was raining (this is Ireland after all) and that resulted in significantly-slick-cobblestone-sidewalks. Which in turn resulted in me going from running to flat on said cobblestone with great speed. Which in turn resulted in a good number of huge bruises on my knees and hip. It was not super fun.
Despite our best efforts and speedy running. And despite the fact that the bus driver most definitely saw us and our running. Mr.Meany McMeanPants the bus driver motioned at us then drove away anyway. It was a cut off type I'm-not-going-to-be-nice-and-let-you-board hand motion despite the fact that it was exactly 8:45 when we ran up. And the bus was suppose to leave at 8:45.
So we took a taxi instead and got Jessie to the airport on time. Then I headed back and we got Jamie a toothbrush and some helpful things like that which were still in her bright-green-and-not-in-Dublin-with-us-bag. It turns out her bag was indeed on its own little trip to Cork, having hitched a ride with Mr. McAbsentminded-group-leader. Her bag was sent back and she got another night for free at the hostel and was able to catch the flight home the next day. I got home and slept a ton more. So it ended happily . . . or at least better ...if not happily. Jamie's opinion of Dublin went back down for sure. While it was certainly an adventure, it wasn't not one I'm eager to repeat at any point soon. Or ever. I'm good with not repeating it ever.