So the last few days has been more eventful than I anthologized. After our blitzkrieg tour of Dublin, featuring an appearance by the 9th Century Book of Kells, and exhaustion-repelling Guinness.


After a visit to the world’s most well-stocked pub for shockingly fresh belgian beer, we collapsed in our hotel room for our first night of sleep in 2 days. The next morning we took a meandering bus ride between windmills, serenaded by the what I’m sure was profanity, coming from the mouth of our eccentric Dutch bus driver. We’ve had a relaxing past few days riding a boat on the canals, touring a ducth micro-brewery run by the mentally ill, and visiting museums. Tomorrow we board a noon bus bound for Anwerp to visit some of Nikki’s native friends.