So here I am posting from an internet cafe on Parliament Street, back after a visit to Dublin Airport, where I found out that my flight to London has been cancelled due to weather. Apparently 3,000 people are headed back into the city looking for accomodation. Thank you, E, for letting me crash with you one more night. I’m developing the theory that the difference between a disaster and an adventure is a comfortable place to sleep.
More later, because it seems wrong to sit here and write about Dublin when I should be out running around in Dublin, wind and rain be damned.