The first words that came out of my mouth as we landed in Dublin Airport – “Did you know Dublin is the biggest city in the world?” A puzzled face stared back at me. I continue, “Seriously though, it keeps Dub-lin and Dub-lin”.
My terrible joke (sorry, not sorry) was just the start of our Christmas present to us, a flying, two night stay in the lovely Jury’s Inn, just off the buzzing O’Connell St. I was itching to return to places I’d visited before a couple of years ago, but also wanted to discover some new hidden gems (more about these in a future post) – and we certainly did.
One must-do on our list was to visit the Guinness Storehouse, one of the most famous landmarks, located in the heart of St. James’ Gate. We weren’t disapointed. This was a first for me and something I’d definately recommend to anybody visiting the Irish Capital.
After a comforting, traditional Irish lunch of ham, cabbage and mash in The Stag’s Head, we set off on a long, frosty walk towards the storehouse, crossing the Ha’Penny Bridge, just one of twenty-one bridges, over the River Liffey – (of course, making a few pit-stops along the way, we had to decide if Guinness really does taste better when it’s brewed and drunk within a few miles of the two).
This is not your usual tour. You’re able go at your own pace, travelling up the giant pint glass, floor by floor – pretty impressive when you’re told you’re standing at the bottom of the world’s largest pint shaped building.
By the end of the tour; you’ve become an expert in all things to do in the production of Guinness – the words barley, hops and stout spring to mind. You know all about the man himself, the offical founder – Arthur Guinness, and more importantly, you’re a savvy, expert Guinness taster…
“You really can taste
The reward for all this hard work is your complimentary pint of Guinness (shock), to enjoy at the top of the building in the Gravity bar, along with a beautiful 360° view of Dublin City. What more could you want?
A lovely stroll through the cobbled streets of Temple Bar, that’s what! As its the 2nd January, you would assume an area full of bars, pubs and restaurants would be pretty quiet. Not here. I don’t think the words “Dry January” have crossed a single persons mind here, all I see are pints of Guinness in hand and friendly faces. The live music of “Seven Drunken Nights – The Dubliners” being sung from an old favourite of mine, The Quays, beckons me through their doors and straight onto their dancefloor where I find myself Irish jigging again! You could never forget those steps.
It’s funny, and we noticed this more than once, as soon as live music in any establishment finishes, the whole place clears out within minutes. So, it’s onto the next pub, Temple Bar. Who could ever get bored here? Another great place full of locals and tourists, all with great craic! More, Guinness, more chatting and more jigging …
How popular do you think Irish dancing classes are in Spain? Because I think I need to find one as soon as I return.