My husband is flying back to the U.S. today after having been stuck in Egypt managing a big construction project for a while.

He hates long flights, so to amp himself up he randomly decided to stop in Dublin for two days. Just because he hadn’t been there before.

So he just went there by himself for no particular reason, stayed in a literal castle hotel, ate steak, drank beer, spent hours walking around seeing all sorts of delightful churches and parks and homes, and then left.