You really can't get around that one without cursing every time change repeatedly. I think maybe it should come with the same sort of warning that comes with medications. Things like, may cause nausea, vomiting, and middle-of-the-night panic attacks that leave you crying hysterically in a hotel bathroom so you don't wake your roommate up. Those are all true things by the way. My first night in Dublin was pretty tough to say the least but with a few hours of sleep in me, as well as some much needed coffee, I managed to get my butt in gear and conquer day two (or at least not collapse in a heap in some alleyway).
This is kind of just a generic update because we haven't done anything major yet but I wanted to make sure anyone who was curious about my trip, got a little taste of what was going on.
Also I wanted to share this killer street art that I very much adore.
Dublin, I may be your problem but you're certainly not mine.
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