My mother’s side of the family has been in Alabama for generations, but they originally came from Ireland. So traveling to Dublin for the first time was a cool opportunity for me. I flew in from Birmingham, England, and spent a few days visiting the city. As soon as I arrived and settled into my apartment, I started walking the streets because I enjoy exploring on foot as much as possible. Because I hadn’t prepared an official itinerary for the day (it was getting late in the afternoon), I decided to wing it and see what happens. That’s how I found the Dublin Writers Museum.
This was my first indication that Ireland loves its writers. Fans of Ireland’s literary history could spend some serious time here. Across the street from the museum is the Garden of Remembrance, which is dedicated to those who fought for Irish independence.
As I made my way back down O’Connell Street, I snapped a photo of the Spire of Dublin, which is practically impossible to miss. It stands nearly 400 feet high.
Here’s another photo of it, and this one includes the Daniel O’Connell monument. O’Connell served as the Lord Mayor of Dublin in the 19th century.
The River Liffey runs through Dublin, and because it’s a tidal river, its water levels rise and fall with the ocean’s tides.
That wasn’t too bad for a couple of hours of non-planned exploring late in the day. However, there was one thing I was determined to do while in Dublin, and that was to pay a visit to the Guinness Storehouse. That happened on the following day.
I was intrigued but never paid a visit.