Overpriced Frappuccinos Are Not as Delicious as Fairly Priced Ones

Today was our last day in Ireland and I think we made it count. We didn’t have much on our schedule for today since the on-ship time was earlier than usual and we wanted to make sure we were on the ship with plenty of time and also because we wanted to have no trouble finding seats at dinner. Finding seats at dinner is difficult sometimes so this is why it is important enough to mention. Emily and I took the 12:30 bus into Dublin because we decided to sleep in. Well, I slept in and Emily got up early like she usually does and did some homework I guess. I spotted a Celtic gift shop on our way to the Guinness Storehouse the other day and knew we didn’t have enough time to see it on the way back to the ship so I made a note to visit it on the last day. I know getting Celtic jewelry is completely cliché but I really don’t care to defend my choices because I am allowed to be a tourist every once in a while. I didn’t end up buying any jewelry though. I bought some souvenirs for other people though since every once in a while I figure it would be a good idea not to buy everything I see for myself. I’m practically a Saint. But really, I’m excited to distribute souvenirs because there are stories behind most of them that give them some value, I think.

            After our brief souvenir shopping we went on a quest to find a local Starbucks because we knew they would have Wi-Fi and since the internet and I have a very strained relationship at sea, rebuilding our relationship at port is important. We saw some very odd things while we were internet searching however. We found a Starbucks where I paid five euros for some yogurt Frappuccino I haven’t seen advertised in the US (it may be there now but I wouldn’t know) and it didn’t even taste very good. The Starbucks was on the 2nd floor of some department store so Emily and I sat by the window and people watched as we enjoyed the free Wi-Fi. Street performers are not exactly unusual anywhere in the world where there is a busy street, but there was definitely an odd one right outside where we were. Someone used colored streamers like hair over a white sheet and had what looked like two wooden door stops, one on the other, pointed outwards like a dog’s snout. Sounds strange, no? This person was crouching down to appear at the height of an animal and then would someone make the “mouth” of doorstops clack open and closed. It may only seem a little strange to you, reading it, but let me tell you I could easily imagine this thing being in some creepy carnival horror film—that’s how odd it was. Emily and I walked back to the shuttle, giving the man-dog-creepy thing a wide berth, where we met up with Sidney and watched the ship leave Ireland and took ridiculous photos of ourselves. Now we’re off to Norway!
Here we are pulling out of the Ireland port 
I'm very upset to leave Ireland

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