We Are the Sugar Honey Iced Tea

After a long 8 hour flight from the States, we began our adventure in Dublin, Ireland. Customs--a breeze, baggage claim-- straightforward, finding public transport—simple enough. Everything was easy, breezy, cover girl that day. Thus we set off; taking the public bus from the airport to our Airbnb. After we got off the bus, we walked a bit to transfer onto the public tram system.

Laced with baroque cobblestone, Dublin reigns in the serving aesthetics. The city of Dublin is moderately filled with this beautiful intricate type of pavement. Only if I wished it was pavement. With cobblestone comes hoarding. The intricacies of the cobblestone hinders buildup of any sort to flow through. Let’s keep this in mind for story time.

Walking with our luggage in tow, we stumble upon the lovely yellow brick road, or the cobblestone I mentioned above. And when I say we, I mean me. As I pushed my four wheeled suitcase in front of me, one wheel got stuck. In a flash, my suitcase was stagnant and I was struggling to maintain my balance. Like out of a cheesy comedy film, my arms were floundering like a fish out of water. Until gravity prevailed, I landed full front body first in a ponds worth of still water. Now this was not just any water. We were traveling under an underpass when I fell victim to the cobblestone. Even in the states, you can’t show me an underpass that doesn’t smell like boo-boo. Yes, I fell in the type of water that makes you realize “ahh this is where the plague started”. Only if these pages could smell. But, they can’t. So let me explain the stench to you all. The water smelled like the entire population of Dublin decided to go out and take a number two on that exact day! The smell was unlike a scent I’ve ever smelled. My first thoughts were fantastic, now I have to be treated in a Dublin hospital for whatever bacterial infection I just caught from this wretched water. The second and third thoughts came later.

Like the old saying goes “dust yourself off and try again”. So we started again making our trek to the tram. Finally on the tram, I was at peace. I can pop a squat to rest my legs for a bit and check myself for any battle wounds. However, fellow tram patrons begged to differ. I started receiving ill stares from what felt like everyone and their mama. Jai couldn’t even stomach being close to me. Once we arrived at Airbnb, the host kept sniffing and inflating his nostrils, as if, an odor was lingering. His sniffs became so apparent, I had to just break down and tell him. “It’s me, I fell into who knows what water on my way here”. After that, he kindly showed me the way to the bathroom.

Once we were Irish Spring fresh, we set out to explore. First stop the Dublin Castle! People were out, the weather was perfect, and the birds were chirping. However, that wasn’t all the birds were doing. During a photo op a bird decided to relieve itself, landing directly on the back of Jai’s head. Coupled with my victimization and Jai’s poop-scapade. That was the absolute cherry on top for us! Our first day in Dublin will forever be sealed with sh!t. But, then again we are the sugar honey iced tea!