Hostels, pubs, and a coddle

I woke up today in a room with about 11 other people, went down stairs to have some of the breakfast buffet and randomly spoke to almost everyone I met there. This is my second night away from home. This place is surreal, everyone is really considerate and respectful. We shared a room with a bunch of young adults who were getting drunk, but they always kept their voices down and didn't cause a stir. They are polite and well spoken, and bilingual, speaking English and what we're thinking is Gaelic but I can understand it so either Gaelic is like Spanish or their speaking some type of Spanish. Either way this is cool. We were exhausted yesterday from the trip over so we mostly just slept. Between naps we did visit the oldest pub in the world, this thousand year old gorgeous place called "the brazen head". We got there after the kitchen was closed so we didn't stay long. We also visited a small little restaurant right around the corner from the hostel we're staying in called "the bake house", which had one of the best soups I've ever had called the "Dublin coddle". Oh yeah, and we're in a hostel, that's why there were 11 other people in the room. If all hostels are set up like this one I could definitely get used to hostels. The hostel is a maze of underground tunnels with various bedrooms and bathrooms tucked into every corner, everything covered in beautiful murals. The whole of Dublin is unique and unlike anything I'm used to and as much as I love it I have to be careful because of my autism, so I have to keep constants in my life, like my giraffe toy, so I don't get too stressed about all this wonderful originality. So far my tricks for keeping calm are working so here's to hoping I survive this trip with my sanity intact.
Further updates as warranted

~Zoey

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  1. Misty LynnMay 12, 2018 at 4:43 AM

    So nice to read your perspective, Zoe. The name "Dublin coddle" is a bit of a turn off to me, but I'm glad y'all enjoyed it.

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