12-04-2017, 12:47 AM
Thanks!
Well, I slept a fair portion of the night through and feel rested, but I'm up now and it's a few hours until breakfast. The kilronan is extremely quiet now so I feel bad making any noise because if I can hear everyone else, I'm sure they can hear me. I heard someone's toilet flush a moment ago from the other side of the building (the pipes seems to pass my room too). I forgot to mention that this building dates back to the 1850s and has the original plaster work and some Waterford crystal chandeliers. But no insulation so the walls are thin and sound travels, adding to its surreality. It's a beautiful building - the tiny lobby and breakfast area is really sweet. My room is just weird - it's some sort of add-on somehow, a room carved obliquely out of excess architecture, or maybe renovated servant's quarters. In the Dublin museum tour, there was some focus on the intense history of poverty here, and the homeless situation now is an echo of that. I stumbled on to a large tent city and there are tents in all sorts of nooks as well as people is sleeping bags in the corners. It's so wet and cold - that hardship is intense. It reminds me how grateful I am for shelter. Actually I'm only 'complaining' about the kilronan because I'm awake in the middle of the night and have nothing better to do. I'm actually charmed by its antiquity and weirdness and so glad I went this way instead of a shared hostel space. It's been totally worth it.
I'm debating about trying to sleep now because I'm alert enough to make it on the plane and I'd rather sleep there. I wish I'd brought earbuds because I could watch some YouTube. Traveling with my chromebook has been very useful, especially being alone to find resources, but odd. I feel I can't disconnect like I would for a nice backpacking trip.
Well, I slept a fair portion of the night through and feel rested, but I'm up now and it's a few hours until breakfast. The kilronan is extremely quiet now so I feel bad making any noise because if I can hear everyone else, I'm sure they can hear me. I heard someone's toilet flush a moment ago from the other side of the building (the pipes seems to pass my room too). I forgot to mention that this building dates back to the 1850s and has the original plaster work and some Waterford crystal chandeliers. But no insulation so the walls are thin and sound travels, adding to its surreality. It's a beautiful building - the tiny lobby and breakfast area is really sweet. My room is just weird - it's some sort of add-on somehow, a room carved obliquely out of excess architecture, or maybe renovated servant's quarters. In the Dublin museum tour, there was some focus on the intense history of poverty here, and the homeless situation now is an echo of that. I stumbled on to a large tent city and there are tents in all sorts of nooks as well as people is sleeping bags in the corners. It's so wet and cold - that hardship is intense. It reminds me how grateful I am for shelter. Actually I'm only 'complaining' about the kilronan because I'm awake in the middle of the night and have nothing better to do. I'm actually charmed by its antiquity and weirdness and so glad I went this way instead of a shared hostel space. It's been totally worth it.
I'm debating about trying to sleep now because I'm alert enough to make it on the plane and I'd rather sleep there. I wish I'd brought earbuds because I could watch some YouTube. Traveling with my chromebook has been very useful, especially being alone to find resources, but odd. I feel I can't disconnect like I would for a nice backpacking trip.
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