Finally...

I arrived at the Emerald Isle, the city of the Easter Rising or home to the Trinity College, aka Ireland and in Dublin.
I have to admit, it was not easy leaving my fam behind, but I was reassured by great friends, that my folks will be looked after.
Approaching Ireland via plane, it was clear, why it is also called the Emerald Isle: lots of green...grass. Fields lined with trees and shrubbery and the very occasional patch of woods.
Then, a slight cultural shock, which still lingers: the immigration line for Eu citizens was infinitely longer than for non-EU citizens. Sometimes, you lose, sometimes, the other guys win :)
So, smart and seasoned traveller that I am, I booked a bus transfer from the airport to Dublin city center.
Having no clue about anything concerning the transfer, I figured to ask someone who might know. In this case the people working for the bus. Dude, you think Germans are rude- these guys were so cool, hell would freeze over. I couldn't get a decent answer from them or any support if their life depended on it. What I did learn though, is, where the Americans got their funky "Rs" from.
Riding on the bus, it looked like Dublin is a metric version of the UK- but don't tell anyone I said that.
So, getting to Dublin downtown, I just picked the busstop, I thought was closest to my hostel. I had a map printout roughly telling me the names of major roads. Nothing too detailed, because, you know, it might help a tourist to survive.
Getting off the bus, I started walking the direction I thought was the right one. For finer navigation, I tried an already successful stratetgy: I asked. This time a female Garda (which are the cops), who, with her colleague, was chatting up on a female what looked like a homeless. I just positioned myself within periferal view of that one cop, raised my finger as she looked over and unfolded my gigantic and detailed outprint of a sorry excuse of a supposed-to-be-map of Dublin. Appologizing for being slightly nervous, I asked where that one road was and she explained rather well. Of course, her final landmark for a turn right was a pub. Speaking of stereotypes :)
Getting to my hostel, pulling my suitcase through the streets of -not London, but Dublin- I was finally able to check into my room: 10 beds, 4 being occupied, no locker- adventure!!!
Well, I'm here. Physically.
Tomorrow, I'll have to do a recon on where my work is, do a bit of sightseeing (already passed a pretty big and old building as I was getting slightly desorientated and trying to figure out where I was) and finally start writing about things that matter.

P.S.:Feel free to leave comments and requests, and maybe, I'll personalize the following blogs.