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2 Gardens 2 Copenhagen: Visiting Botanical and Tivoli

There’s a line spoken early on in 2 Fast 2 Furious, where the cars are lining up and ready to start the race, and then Ludacris walks out. You can tell the air is thick with humidity and anticipation, and he yells, “Fire ’em up!”

That’s how we approached our last full day in Copenhagen. We were anticipating a full day of being on our feet again. The rain had made its way through and left us with blue skies and sunny days ahead. Fire ’em up!

Our initial plan was to hit the ground running upon landing in Copenhagen. I mentioned that before, but not the part about it being meant to include our visit to Tivoli Gardens. We thought that we would be better served by going to the amusement park and staying up as long as possible. Thank the gods we decided against that. Firstly, you’ll remember, it was raining. Secondly, we cut our day short and took a nap. If that was us in Tivoli, I dare not think about that because I am sure we’d all be cranky before the sun began to set.

With our previous outings mostly indoors, we opted for activities that would bring us out into the sunshine. So, to complement our afternoon trip to Tivoli Gardens, we first visited the Botanical Garden.

My future mother-in-law said, while we were walking around, that she always felt it was a great idea to visit a botanical garden in whatever country you were visiting. It’s hard to find fault with that statement. I’ve enjoyed gardens in Hong Kong, Australia, Japan, England, and now Denmark. It’s a great way to see what local flora and also what international flora grows in different climates.

In Copenhagen, the main Botanical Garden is a free attraction open to all. There is an additional charge to enter one of the greenhouses, but I say it’s worth the price of admission. This is a truly great place to wander and get lost. The weather on the day we visited was perfect, and many other people were taking in the sights. You will probably need to ditch your jacket as you enter some of the greenhouses, as they get a bit warm (as one would expect).

There was a lot to take in, so I’m going to follow this up with a gallery of some of the things we saw.

Look at this lawn. It’s a massive space of sod. What is not pictured are the robot lawnmowers. Completely autonomous, like a robo vacuum for your house or apartment, but this time they were trimming the greens. I, honestly, had not seen one before. They do a pretty good job! I welcome clean, trimmed lawns from our robot overlords.

After spending what we felt was enough time at the Botanical Garden, it was time for us to venture back into the city. There is a train stop directly across from the garden, so it made it very easy to travel through the city. We ventured back to the shopping street and were doing some window shopping until the aforementioned future mother-in-law saw something at the Bang & Olufsen shop that caught her eye. Not wanting to wait around, we left my partner’s parents at the store and headed on our way.

We really wanted to get to Tivoli Gardens.

Another quick trip on the train, and boom, we were at Tivoli Gardens.

After a 1951 visit, Walt Disney reportedly fell in love with Tivoli and its atmosphere. The rest of that story is widely known, and now we have Disneyland, Disney World, and Disney properties in Paris, Tokyo, Shanghai, and Hong Kong.

There is still only one Tivoli. It is wholly unique and magical in its own right.

The first thing that struck me was how immersive the space felt. We walked down a set of stairs, and the city around us disappeared. We became enveloped in the park.

It was also incredibly clean.

I have become so accustomed to the lines and seemingly endless queues at Disney and Universal parks back home that I was pleasantly surprised and found the Tivoli queues refreshing. I don’t think we waited longer than 30 minutes in line for any ride. And guess what? The Copenhagen Card covers admission into the park. We only had to purchase a ride pass. This allowed us to ride any ride. Otherwise, you can pick and choose which rides you’d like to ride and pay accordingly.

We made our way around the park little by little, making sure to do as many rides as possible. Some were geared more towards smaller children, but we rode them anyway. Fun knows no age limit.

I found the theming and overall design of the park to be rather wonderful. It truly felt like a diversion. So often, when we visit parks back home, we are pressured to do everything because of the cost of admission. That can take away the joy of being there. I never felt that while we walked around Tivoli. Sure, I wanted to do as much as possible, but not at the expense of my own enjoyment of the day.

While we were standing in line for the wooden roller coaster, Rutschebanen, we came across a plaque congratulating the coaster for still being in operation. It is one of the oldest wooden roller coasters still in operation worldwide. The plaque commemorates its existence and operation. I think that’s pretty cool. When I think of wooden coasters, like this, I remember them being traditionally seen on boardwalks, think Santa Cruz or Coney Island, and to see one still working, thousands of miles from home, over 100 years later, is remarkable.

After my future in-laws made their way to the park, it was time to indulge in some eats.

Do you remember going to an amusement park as a child and kind of dreading the food options? I do. Well, maybe “dreading” is the wrong word, but I never felt like my choices were, well, a choice. It was burgers, pizza, popcorn, chicken tenders, and a giant ass turkey leg for some reason. Now, granted, this (minus the turkey leg) was my main diet as a pre-teen and tween, so I had nothing to truly complain about.

Except for the quality. The quality was always the issue.

Over the last 10 to 15 years, I’ve felt the food landscape at amusement parks change. Those initial offerings still exist, but they also offer elevated versions as well. The corporations figured out they could charge the hell out of food if they made it sound a little fancier, with a “Brewhouse” burger, a Nashville Hot Chicken sandwich, or clam chowder in a bread bowl. Now I just complain about the prices and the quality (at times).

All of those words to say, we ate at a Gasoline Grill in the park, and I found it to be one of the best burgers I’ve eaten. Scouts honor. We also got some soft serve, and that also hit the spot.

Our appetites satiated, it was time to continue our way through the park. There were a couple of rides my partner just wouldn’t do, so I did them alone. One that twisted and turned me in every single direction while strapped into a seat. Another that slowly raised me above the city skyline and then dropped me. Then there was a haunted house that I walked through that legitimately scared me because real people popped out and interacted with you/scared the crap out of you.

Then it was time to feed the ducks! Stationed around one of the ponds was a coin-operated bird food dispenser. We put in a Krone or several, and out came a handful of bird food. We ate, so why shouldn’t they?

Our night ended at one of the restaurants in the park. It was unlike any other amusement park restaurant that I had been to before, in that there were people dressed in suits and business wear dining at tables opposite us. Someone was overdressed, and it sure as hell wasn’t us. We, the hoi polloi, know how to dine at an amusement park. Yes, I’ll have a Pepsi Max with my steak au poivre, please.

Our bellies full again, and our legs and bodies sufficiently tired, it was time to head out.

It was a really fun way to spend the afternoon. We were able to ride every ride that we wanted to, and then some. We also sat, relaxed, and took in the beauty of Tivoli. I had no idea what to expect as I walked onto the park grounds, and I left knowing this would be one of the memories I would cherish most because the park evoked a true sense of joy and enthusiasm, unburdened by intellectual property or influencers.

Tivoli is a unique experience and one that should not be missed.

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Exploring Copenhagen: A Rainy Day Adventure

After our arrival and subsequent adventure after landing, it was time for a proper exploration of Copenhagen.

As I went through my photos of our trip, I noticed that we did a lot of sightseeing. Our first day was surprisingly wet. It was June, and yet the rain was falling, and the weather was chilly. I am so used to no rain in June or some rain, but then it’s also humid, so you don’t need a raincoat as much as you need an umbrella. I made that mistake while living in Brisbane, Australia. Then again, I was a dumb 20-year-old who didn’t pack an umbrella for my months-long study-abroad session but did bring reams of paper for my classes. Make that make sense. (It’s so I wouldn’t have to buy any supplies once I arrived!) Anyway…

It rained. It rained almost the entire day.

Cue the Annie Lennox. Here comes the rain again.

Rain can play several illusions on our minds. It can make something deep look shallow. It can make something look smooth when, in fact, it’s bumpy. It can also make you think, “This isn’t that bad. I can handle this.” Then immediately find someplace dry to hide out for a moment as you gather yourself and decide where you are headed next.

Popping out of the train station and wandering to the city’s main shopping street, Strøget, made us reflect on how dry we’d like to be. This prompted us to wander into various stores and peruse their wares even if we had no intention of buying anything. I was, though, on the hunt for a Danish national team soccer jersey. I like to collect soccer jerseys from countries I’ve visited, and I wanted a Danish jersey. Popping in and out of stores, we made our way, eventually, to a strange sight: a store for rubber ducks.

When I tell you that they had a duck for every occasion, I mean it. Birthday duck, they got it. Graduation duck, yeah. Star Wars duck, duh. Mermaid duck, Hans, yes. These ducks made for great tiny gifts for friends and family back home that wouldn’t take up space in our luggage.

After garnering a gaggle of rubber waterfowl, it was time to head to our intended destination: the Museum of Illusions. Entrance to this museum was included with our purchase of the all-important Copenhagen Card. As I have aged, I have come to appreciate the value of museums. As a child, I loathed going to them. Natural history? Yawn. Art? Gag me with a spoon. Now, as an adult and member of society, I have come to find them engaging and important (as they were always meant to be). As a child, I just didn’t see the point in them. I am also educated enough to know when I like something and when I don’t. I’m looking at you, pretentious modern art!

The Museum of Illusions is a grand experience. It offers a hands-on way to see how things can trick our minds. The subtle ways in which our perspective can change how we view an object are examined here. It really is a fun place for people of all ages. I am going to share a mini gallery of some of the things we encountered there. Some of them I could not photograph because the perspective of my cameraphone did not do the illusion justice. Gah! Still, it was an enjoyable way to spend our morning.

Click on the images to get a better look at the illusions.

Even with the photos I shared above, some don’t match up. You’ll have to go for yourself and see them in person. Oh darn!

After taking our brains on a walk with us through the museum, it was time for us to head back outdoors and into the rain. We knew our next adventure was coming, so that was a plus. Our legs had done a lot of work so far, and we needed a break. The next activity for us would be a waterway tour of Copenhagen.

Luckily for us, the boats were covered.

What followed was a wonderful trip around the town. We went through the canals and were treated to Copenhagen from a new perspective.

What followed was a relaxing, informative, and very dry (in both the physical and humorous senses) tour of Copenhagen. We saw beautiful buildings, ancient archways, and the boat Chef Carmy and Marcus lived on for the TV show The Bear.

It really was something to see the city from the water. You can really see how waterways and the ocean influence and shape a culture and a country. There is also something about being by the ocean, isn’t there? The air feels cleaner. The breeze is a tad salty. The ocean is never to be trifled with. Always respected. The Danes, Vikings, and Scandinavians as a whole live by cold ocean waters and have built thriving societies. WTF are we doing back home?

That last paragraph went a bit awry, didn’t it? Anyway, as the tour went on, we passed the Little Mermaid statue again, and even our guide said it’s disappointing in person. We also saw how colorful the houses and buildings are in the area. Vibrant oranges, pastel yellows, and deep reds pop off the walls and draw your eyes in.

I confess, those last two photos were not taken from the boat. This is just a super-famous row of buildings that underscores my earlier point about the colorful buildings seen from the water.

The rain was still falling as we walked the streets after our tour. The weather was giving “Let’s have a pint” vibes. I mean, at least it was for us. I can’t say the same for my partner’s parents. But seriously, where else were they going to go? We bring the fun everywhere we go.

That brings us to our next stop, Carlsberg Brewery.

Carlsberg might not be the most recognizable beer in the States, but it is one of the most successful beers worldwide. The tour was also included with our Copenhagen Card. Pro tip: Advanced bookings are required!

We went on an interactive, informative guided tour that took us through some of the original buildings of the first brewery. It was really something to wander the building and see where it all began. And also to see just how cramped the spaces were! They packed a lot into a tight space.

As we wove our way through the tour, we also observed some multimedia elements. Actors portraying the founders and other brewery members appeared on screen, recounting the history and brewing process of Carlsberg. I think it was a nice element that added some realism to the tour. Instead of just reading, we were presented with living memories through texts and letters from the past.

After hearing about the past, we moved into a more physical space. These were some of the coolest things, in my opinion. There was this one sculpture made from old Carlsberg bottles that resembled a pillar. Was is structrually sound? Most definitely not, but it looked nice.

There is one reason Carlsberg is truly known around the world: sports. Specifically, soccer (football). For several years, they were the front shirt sponsor of Liverpool FC, the nemesis of my beloved Everton. The tour has an entire room dedicated to Liverpool. Jerseys, photos, and replica trophies littered the space. And I mean “littered”. I took one look at the red and hurried through the room. They’re a storied club, and I respect their success, but I also would be lying if I said I didn’t envy it. Being an Everton supporter is like a never-ending, undulating rollercoaster. You never quite reach the top or the bottom, but there are many peaks and valleys along the way.

After passing the Kopites, we found ourselves in a collector’s dream.

Hundreds, if not thousands, of bottles were illuminated in shelving in this “bottle shop” (if you will). The entire space showcases a range of Carlsberg brands and styles, along with bottles collected from around the world! I am certain you could spend hours in there poring over the various vessels. The photo above is but a small taste of the selection on hand.

After all of the walking and learning, it was time for a much-needed, celebratory beer. One beer per person (of-age adult) comes with the admission. From this bartop, you could enjoy a pint and take in the stables that were next door.

This was a great way to end the tour. The space is welcoming. The vibes are chill. The beer is delicious. (They do have other, non-beer-related drinks available for those who do not drink beer) The horses were, neigh are, wondrous creatures. The space provided a much-needed respite to enjoy the beer and our surroundings, and to ruminate on the brewery’s history.

As I sort through my photos of our first full day in Copenhagen, I thought that this was the last thing we did. I could have sworn we went on this tour, then had dinner nearby, and then headed back to the hotel.

Well, we did all of that plus some more walking!

Our final jaunt of the day took us to the Amalienborg Palace. It is the official home for the Danish royal family. Not much was happening as we walked the grounds, but if you time it right, you can observe the changing of the Royal Guard. There is also a museum on site that provides a look into the rooms of recent members of the Monarchy. And guess what? That is also included with the Copenhagen Card!

The thing pays for itself pretty quickly. If you take one thing away from my trip to Copenhagen, it is to get the Copenhagen Card.

Across the water, and beyond the fountain, is the Opera House. The Opera House could also be seen from our boat tour, but to see it directly across from the palace was a (I’m assuming deliberate) sight to behold.

This was a lot. We jammed what probably could have been two days into one. But that is what happens when you have a limited amount of time in a city. The next day would be our last full day, and then the trip would shift to a road trip of Swedish meatball-sized proportions.

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Nordic 101: Intro to Scandinavia – Let’s Go to Denmark!

Europe has largely been a continent that I have not explored. Until our trip to the UK and Ireland in 2024, I had only been to Spain way back in 2004. Back then, I could not (legally) drink, nor could I venture out much on my own since I was with a school group. Did I go to an English pub with a classmate and watch England in the Euros, taking place next door in Portugal, one night? Who can say.

Flash forward to me as an adult, and I am now getting out and around!

My partner has a former work colleague who is Finnish, and she was going to get married in Finland during the summer of 2025. With that in mind, we started to craft our own adventure through Scandinavia before and after the wedding.

At one point, there was a subplot about me possibly picking up a new car in Germany, driving it around Scandinavia, and then back to Germany, where it would be shipped home. That turned out to be crazy. Mostly because it just would not make any sense to do that. And because I decided to buy a car locally.

My future father-in-law spent time in Stockholm as an exchange student. In turn, he also housed some Swedish kids back in California. He has kept in touch with his former hosts and waxes poetic about his time in Sweden. My partner’s parents were already discussing a trip back to Sweden to visit those people and places, so when we learned of our exact dates, those two trips became one.

After that was ironed out, our adventure eventually turned into a road trip.

There really is only one airline when flying to and from Scandinavia: SAS. I mean, Scandinavia is in their name: Scandinavian Airlines System. Sure, there’s Finnair or Norwegian (except they don’t fly in the States anymore), but SAS will take you all over.

We ended up flying to Seattle and had a long layover there that was hair-pulling at times. I’m looking at you, baggage locker place! Your hours are not followed. Your entire team disappears for lunch, leaving no one behind the counter. Then, when we came back (as we were told that we could come back whenever), we had to wait for someone to show up and unlock the shop! GAH!

The movie you see on the screen, The Roundup: Punishment, was one of the movies I watched on the flight. I hadn’t put two and two together until I was watching the opening credits that I had actually watched The Roundup way back in 2023 on our way to New Zealand for the Women’s World Cup. I had to continue the series!

After nine hours and eleven minutes, give or take, of flying, we landed in Copenhagen. Full disclosure, I had a great-grandparent who immigrated from Denmark to the US a long, long time ago. This was my first trip to the “motherland”.

As I approached the customs agent, a sense of dread filled me. Existential, clearly improbable scenarios filled my mind. What if I were denied entry? What if my great-grandfather was deported from Denmark, and I, carrying his surname, was in turn not allowed in? It would be like Tom Hanks in The Terminal, only in CPH. What actually happened was the agent asked me why I was in Denmark, I told him about our trip, and then I was let in.

Sidenote: I miss getting physical stamps in my passport. They were a fun part of my travels that is now extinct, mainly due to the advent of technology.

While we were waiting for our bags, we started planning our journey to the hotel. Seeing that the city is pretty accessible by public transit, we went with that. Now, here is something that we discovered before leaving that saved us a ton of money in Copenhagen.

It’s the Copenhagen Card. I’m linking it because it was such a game-changer for us. The card offers you savings and various discounts at points of interest in Copenhagen over a period of time. We opted for the Discover Copenhagen Card. It costs 559 Danish Krone or 75 Euros and gives you unlimited access to all public transit and free access to 80+ attractions throughout the city. We were going to be in town for three days, so we selected 72 hours of fun. All you do is show the card; it can be kept on your phone, at spots across the city, and they let you in! The money saved from entry fees at museums and tours was worth the 75 Euros.

We collected our bags and easily made our way to the train. The train was busy, I mean, it’s an airport, but by no means was it an insurmountable crowd. I love getting on a train in another country. There is something about watching the countryside or city zip by the window that brings me joy.

When we popped up streetside at our stop, it was something to behold. The weather was perfect. We walked a little bit to our hotel, but it was worth it. We saw some truly unique and distinct architecture. It felt retro and futuristic at the same time. The dichotomy of metal and glass next to brick facades creates this ultra-urban factory-meets-residential vibe.

I forgot to mention how clean the city was! I am from a place where there is trash nearly everywhere. Even if it’s a small amount, it’s there. I did not see 1% as much trash walking around as I do when I am home or in other big cities across the States. I do understand that this might be the norm across the city, and there are probably parts that are dirtier than others, but compared to home, it beats it soundly.

Since there were four of us, deciding what to eat could be difficult. This is what makes local markets so essential to find while traveling. They have stalls with different local shops. From produce and cheese to fishmongers and butchers, there is something for everyone.

TorvehallerneKBH was our destination. It is known to locals and tourists alike. We saw many people with luggage wandering about, as well as many families taking in the sunny day and welcoming space.

Even after doing a full lap, it was challenging to make a decision! There were options on options. We eventually settled on fish & chips paired with the local Mikkeller beer. (I’ve actually had Mikkeller before, but at their downtown Los Angeles shop *RIP*, but there is something about having a local beer)

No meal is complete without a bit of dessert! After dinners with my grandma, she would always say, “You’re full of this kind of food” in reference to dinner food, and then we would go to Baskin-Robbins for a scoop. With those words forever in my mind, we found ice cream.

We consumed a fair amount of calories during this lunch. That meant a walk was in order.

Our original plan was to hit the ground running and do as much as possible to combat the jet lag. That was folly. We finished our dessert and then decided to head back to our hotel and reassess our plans. A nap was in the cards, and then we would set out about town.

Jet lag is a real mother.

With the Copenhagen Card, train rides were included, making it a no-brainer to use trains to the max. That meant it would be easy for us to go back to our hotel and take a nap. It was a quick ride back and a short walk to our hotel. Seriously, I am jealous of Copenhagen’s public transit. And the bike usage. I wish where I lived prioritized that over car culture.

But that’s another ball of wax to unravel at another time.

After waking up, we decided that our next stop was the Little Mermaid statue. I was warned that the statue was a bit underwhelming. I responded by saying that I’ve seen Plymouth Rock. That’s just a random rock, not even the one they “landed” on. Still, the statue was disappointing, but it sits in a gorgeous location.

There were numerous people around the waterfront snapping photos of the statue. I looked at it and went, “Yup, that’s a statue all right,” and took my own picture.

Then the walk continued.

We ambled down the waterfront and took in the views of the Kastellet. It’s a 17th-century fortress shaped like a star, complete with ramparts and a few bridges. We did not venture onto the grounds because it was getting dark, and we were looking for a place to rest our feet.

After gazing upon the fountain and statues, my future father-in-law found us a place for dinner. It was not far from where we were standing, and it had stellar reviews.

The Pescatarian sits on the corner and invites you down below the street. It also just so happened to be the day of the Royal Run. An event where people, including the royal family, run either a 1.6, 5, or 10km through the streets of Copenhagen. The restaurant looked to be in the middle of the action (earlier in the day, no one was running this late into the night), and crews were packing up barricades and signage from the race.

No one was expecting a five or six-course meal when we walked in. I don’t even remember the last time I ate a meal that was this expertly prepared and presented. I am also not one to constantly take photos of my food, but I had to at this point. “For the ‘Gram as they say.” Or, in my case, for my website, which a handful of people will read and see.

The meal was finished, and our appetites were satiated. The next thing was to get back to our hotel. My partner and I really enjoy taking scooters and bikes around towns. It is a fun way to travel. There’s nothing quite like the wind in your face and hair as you ride down a city street. If you do scoot, just be mindful of the rules of the road and the traffic. We found some e-bikes and then made our way back. The sun was nearly set on our first day in Scandinavia.

All in all, it was a great way to start our trip.

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Lovely Day for a Guinness

After ringing in the New Year, it was time to spend our final day in Dublin. Visiting this next place had been on our list since we planned our trip.

The next stop on our trip was to Guinness.

We made the early morning pilgrimage to the brewery, and even our cab driver was surprised to be taking us there before nine in the morning. Maybe he thought we were a couple of lushes, but he surmised that we would be some of the only ones on the tour that early.

He wasn’t entirely wrong.

The queue was virtually nonexistent. We also arrived too early for our entry time, so we walked up and down the street, taking in the sheer massiveness of the space. This is the brewery for Guinness. I expected it to be big, but I was still blown away by the scale. It’s awe-inspiring.

When it was finally our time to enter, we were not prepared for what we were walking into. It’s a gorgeous building that mimics a Guinness pint. A friendly guide welcomed us in with a little spiel about the space and informed us that it was a self-guided experience. They then told us you could expect to spend, on average, 90 minutes exploring the museum.

We spent four hours there. Whoops! Sorry, not sorry. We threw off the average!

There’s a 2010 documentary about Banksy called Exit Through the Gift Shop. Guinness makes you exit AND enter through the gift shop. More on that at the end of our visit.

Above is the 9,000-year lease for the brewery — yes, you read that right. 9,000 years. We are on a 14-month lease, and that can, at times, feel like a long time. It’s got nothing on 9,000 years!

After crossing over the lease, you enter a space that is both modern and timeless. Modern in its presentation and timeless in its offerings to guests. The tour starts with the ingredients in a classic pint of Guinness.

We walked through room after room, showcasing the various ingredients and methods used to brew the Irish stout. At times, it felt like we were walking through a spaceship that housed different rooms, each preserving ingredients for humanity’s future. It’s a bit grandiose, I know, but the tour’s layout is so inviting, informative, and downright cool.

I really wanted to run my hands through the grain like Maximus does at the beginning and end of Gladiator.

This is just a cool water feature highlighting that Guinness is made up of 95% water. Yes, you read that correctly. 95% of that rich and creamy goodness is water.

The tour then progresses through the brewing process and invites us into the inner workings of being a brewmaster. Not too much, because there are still trade secrets along the way, but we are given a window into the world of creating Guinness.

As the brewery has aged, it has modernized its process a bit while remaining true to its original identity. There is a focus on sustainability and on embracing science to pave the way forward for the brand. It’s easy to forget that brewing beer is a science (hell, my oldest sister wanted to be a brewmaster when she went to college, and she majored in chemistry. Now she’s a CRNA [Certified Registered Nurse Anesthetist], so she’s still helping “sedate” people, but in a more medically appropriate way.) Science evolves, opening doors to newer methods of practice.

Guinness looks to embrace that.

After making our way through the brewery process, it was time to finally enjoy a taste. We entered a room with a few dozen other guests, and a brief talk was given about the space, and that only guests of legal drinking age in Ireland were allowed to partake. Still, some people tried to sneak their younger kids a sip, feigning ignorance, but they were quickly met with a firm “No.”

I mean, if you’re going to sneak a kid a drink, do it the way I did and my sister’s before me: Hypothetically, pay a person hanging out front of a liquor store to buy you a couple of handles of liquor or a case of beer, and let the purchaser use the leftover cash to buy themselves something. This is all hypothetical, of course.

Our entry treated us to a, literally, little Guinness, and boy, was it delicious. I resisted the urge to pound the small shot of liquid, wanting to savor it. I knew that there would be an opportunity for more tastings, but this first initial morsel was a welcome delight.

After finishing our little Guinness, we entered the world of Guinness adverts. On display were various ad campaigns, slogans, and characters that Guinness has used over the years. It was a real treat to wander through the brand’s history and see how it has evolved over the years.

After taking a trip down memory lane for Guinness adverts, it was time for us to really whet our whistles. For our tour, we added on an experience at the Guinness Storehouse, where you could have your photo laser-etched onto the foam of a pint. We had no idea what the results would be like, but we were amazed at how unique and fun the experience turned out to be.

It’s our faces! On pints of Guinness! The sad part came when we had to drink our faces away. It had to happen, but my face tasted deliciously.

After this pint was finished, we made our way up to the top of the brewery to yet another bar. This one was different from the others that populate the building in that it came with quite a view. I’m going to interject here and say that we did, in fact, stop and eat midway through, so we were not just pounding back beers on an empty stomach. We strategically ate midway through at one of the restaurants in-house and then drank more beer. This wasn’t our first rodeo at a brewery.

I mean, look at that. A perfect pint. I had only learned about “Splitting The G” a few days prior, and my attempt was folly. If you are unfamiliar, “Splitting The G” refers to taking the first sip of Guinness and drinking just enough to leave your drink level somewhere in between the gap of the “G” in Guinness. I am terrible at it; my partner got closer than I did, which means we just need to practice — of course, in moderation.

Walking through the bar’s space was truly a treat. The weather had finally cooperated for the first time on our entire trip, and the sun was bright and shining. The top-floor bar offers a fantastic 360-degree view of Dublin and, on this day, beyond the city limits too. I don’t think we could’ve asked for better weather.

After spending nearly four hours inside, it was time to leave. We only realized how long we had been there once we reached the top and saw the sun starting to set. We made our way through the gift shop and purchased a few items that we couldn’t live without. It was mainly a pin and shirt for me, and some magnets as well, but the real treat was in the glassware my partner ordered beforehand.

She went ahead and bought us personalized pint glasses etched with our last names. It is a lovely keepsake for us to remember our visit to Dublin.

Oh man, I did not realize how tired I looked in this photo until it was staring me in the face on my computer screen. Well, that is what happens when you spend over four hours at a brewery tour and eat and drink your way through the experience. It was a lovely day for a Guinness and an excellent way to spend our final day in Dublin.

Who knows where the spirit of adventure will take us next!

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An EPIC Day in Dublin: Museums and More

At the end of my last post, I said that this next one would be “EPIC.” That is true. In the most literal sense, it was an EPIC day.

This is because we went to EPIC: The Irish Emigration Museum.

The rain was still relatively constant, and getting ourselves out of the wetness and into some dry spots was crucial. We had heard some terrific things about this museum. Family members had been there before and highly recommended it to us; additionally, it was voted “Europe’s Leading Tourist Attraction” at the World Travel Awards in 2019, 2020, and 2021.

Aside from the giant letters out front, the building is rather unassuming. This is because the space the museum occupies was once a warehouse, and it is all underground. Yes, the exhibits are all underground in a space that was once vaults for shipping and customs.

Right as we walked in, we knew we were in for a treat. The curators and creators have crafted a space that is interactive and inviting while also being extremely informative. It is, for lack of a better word, epic.

This museum is about the emigration experience of the Irish people. It takes you through centuries of history and data in a way that is both highly educational but not overbearing. What I mean by this is that they could have easily slapped a bunch of slides, paintings, and models together with an ass load of words providing descriptions. But they didn’t do that.

There is a perfectly balanced usage of models, artwork, and historical documents/accounts that is presented to guests. At no point did I ever feel bogged down by the info I was reading. There is an honest flow and rhythm to the museum that keeps you moving while also keeping you engaged in the room you are in.

This room showcases the various modes of transportation used by the Irish to emigrate to other countries. Seeing the progression through history from wooden ships to jet-engine airplanes highlights just how long the Irish have been traveling around the world.

This is not to say that other people from around the world have not been doing the exact same thing, because they have. The Irish are often regarded as the quintessential example of emigration. There are Irish people everywhere (especially on March 17th, hahah), and this museum highlights their experience.

Walking through the museum, we were presented with a lot of history. Some of it is not easily swallowed because our collective pasts are full of triumphs and tribulations. In the early days, the Irish were forced out of their homeland by, you guessed it, the English, as well as famine and war. It was not always a peaceful emigration or an emigration by choice. A significant portion of the museum’s first few rooms focuses on the collective experience of those who left the country. These people ranged from farmers to families to convicts.

According to my AncestryDNA test, I have 0% Irish ancestry. I am mostly English, German, and various Scandinavian countries. So, since I am not Irish, that leaves me to either be “The Good” or “The Bad.” Let me know in the comments which one you think I am! (Please don’t. I don’t want to moderate all of those potential comments.)

The second half of the museum highlights and pays tribute to the Irish descendants and emigrants who made a name for themselves in various fields around the world. I was drawn more to the film and literature aspects of the exhibit, but there were also plenty of politicians, scientists, and other academically focused individuals featured.

There is an entire room dedicated to the Irish authors and those of Irish descent. I was drawn to the works of Cormac McCarthy, whose book, No Country for Old Men, I read while I was living in Australia, and Bram Stoker’s Dracula. If you click on the second image with me in it, you can see that I am pulling the book off the shelf. This act triggers a recording of a passage from the book. It was enjoyable to walk around and see just how many Irish authors, as well as authors of Irish descent, exist in the world.

After making our way through the entire museum, it was time to go to another museum. If I had told my teenage self that I was going to be walking around Dublin, going from museum to museum, and not just getting pissed drunk because it was Ireland, and that’s what some people do when they visit, he probably would have called me a loser. Thankfully, I am not a teenager, and I know the value of museums and historical buildings.

Also, I doubt teenage me would have enjoyed just drinking anyway. I didn’t party. I rented two movies every Friday from Blockbuster. One for Friday night and one for Saturday night. But my social life from ’99 to ’05 is not on trial here!

Escaping the rain once again, we found ourselves at the National Gallery of Ireland. There were numerous paintings in this place. Some we enjoyed, but for the most part, it was full of things that did not interest us.

I’m going to be honest. Portraits of battles or self-portraits from the 16th century, or similar works, do not interest me. The museum housed many paintings of this type. That is not to say that it is not a beautiful space. Because it is! I think by this time of day, after spending all of those hours on our feet, we were tired and wanted a break from engaging our brains. We had already taken in a lot of info at EPIC, and then to go to another museum was a bit bullish on our part.

My favourite pieces were the ones shown above. The one on the left is a gorgeous infinite loop of wood that truly looks as if it is melting and bending in the hallway.

The painting on the right was part of a rotating exhibit that showcased portraits by young artists. I also really loved the artist’s description of their work. If the image is too small to read the description, here it is:

‘This is a portrait of my youngest brother on our holidays. I wanted to immortalise this moment of him in the pool with the rainbows dancing on his skin, to capture his joy and youthfulness. I enjoyed painting this portrait because I was constantly reminded of all the fun he has on our family holidays and all the fun we have together. It’s my favourite picture of him because it really shows who he is, a boy who has fun everywhere especially tumtha (immersed) underwater.’

Directly across the street is a well-known sculpture of Oscar Wilde. Even at night, it is a well-lit spot to visit. Even if the park is closed, you can quasi-scale the fence to get a solid photo of the sculpture. Which I may or may not have had to do…

After dragging our bodies across town, it was time to do a little bit more walking! This time it would be to dinner. It would be a walk with purpose. With it being New Year’s Eve, there were heaps of people out and about. No amount of rain could keep the people out of the streets, pubs, and restaurants tonight.

We walked by the famous Temple Bar and, like everyone else, we took a photo. We did not, however, try to go inside. The place was bustling, and the people inside looked a bit like sardines in a tin can. Not our scene. We ended up at a spot down the street called The Quays Bar. We didn’t have a booking, but we lucked out and were able to get a place. The service was excellent. The food was exquisite. It was a really lovely way to end our evening.

While we were eating, we decided we wouldn’t make it until midnight. That’s not in our wheelhouse anymore. We would rather sleep than stay up late to watch fireworks. As luck would have it, there would be some fireworks later that night. Just not actual fireworks.

That night, while we were watching Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, I had an epiphany*Spoilers if you haven’t seen this movie before* At the end, when Indy is reaching for the Holy Grail, his father is holding onto him but losing his grip. He continually calls him Junior to try to get him to pay attention. Indy is fixated on the Grail. It is only when his dad calls him by his preferred name, Indiana, that he listens. Indy uses the hand that was grasping for the Grail and grabs a firmer hold of his dad, who then lifts him to safety.

It’s a poignant moment because the entire film, Henry (Dad) has been calling Indy “Junior,” and in this moment of clarity and acceptance, he sees his son for who he truly is. It was in that moment that I thought about my life with my partner and our dog, whom I had named Indiana (because we found out that Indy took his name from his beloved childhood dog of the same name). I knew that there was no one else I would rather be with, and I asked her to marry me.

She said yes.

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