It’s interesting how Airbnb has changed my traveling experience. I get less reading done and I’m sure I’ll not lose as much weight because the hosts all pamper you, suggesting places to visit, preparing sandwiches for your day and generally treating you like you are their long lost cousin from Utica and they are so glad to see you.
I’m in Belfast which, to my surprise, is a much gayer place than Dublin. The latter seems almost shabby and dour; Northern Ireland seems to have shed the taint of “The Troubles” when Protestants and Catholics spent their days trying to kill each other. I have a bunch more to say but the day is nearly half done (I stayed up to 3am watching the US-China soccer game) and I must get going for now. I’ll try to post this evening. I have some Dublin photos, nothing great, to put on here.