Hello!
We
went to Howth, a small fishing village, today with the separated minors. It was
ridiculously beautiful. I know I use the word “beautiful” to describe every
place in Ireland, but it’s not an understatement at all. I just can’t get over
how green everything is here:
Because
we were with the separated minors, we had to be careful to not take pictures of
them (as I explained in a previous post), so most of us ended up taking very
few pictures. Besides, Howth was really close by (about a 30 minute bus ride),
so we could probably head over another day. The separated minors are always such
a joy to talk to; they’re incredibly positive and hilarious, and I always find
myself smiling after spending time with them. We walked on a trail from Howth
Summit to a small harbor town and ate fish and chips before taking a bus back
to the city. It was perfect, but I wish we had more time to appreciate the beauty surrounding us. I’m sure we’ll go back another day. I also wish that a bird hadn't pooped on me, but one of the separated minors from Cameroon explained to me that in her country, it's extremely good luck if a bird poops on you because "birds don't just go around pooping on everyone." Got to remain optimistic, right? :)
Later
tonight, we went to Surma Indian Restaurant to eat. Sahil and Kiran had found a
voucher online for Surma that was 29 euro for two starters, two main courses,
and two glasses of wine. So we all went together, with vouchers in hand,
expecting great things. Our first impression was good: the restaurant smelled
delicious, and there were plaques lining the walls outside.
Unfortunately,
it was perhaps some of the worst service we’ve ever gotten in our lives. Not
kidding.
We
waited for 30 minutes for a menu. We asked for water multiple times and didn’t
get it until maybe an hour in (when our starters came out about 1.5 hours after
we arrived. Mischa actually walked outside and bought a huge bottle of water
for us because we were so fed up with waiting for them). We asked for three
glasses multiple times but never got them, and when the waiter finally
retrieved them, he put them out on the counter so we had to walk up and get
them ourselves. We asked for the wine perhaps ten times, ten different ways and
never got it (until our food came out… 2.5 hours after we sat down in the
restaurant). A couple walked into a restaurant perhaps an hour after us and
were served before us and received everything in a timely manner. It was
literally just a terrible experience. And there were perhaps only about twelve
other people in the restaurant, so it really wasn’t an overwhelming amount. And
then they tried to charge us for something that they initially didn’t make
clear. It was just a big mess, and everyone was really ticked off. Some of us
felt bad for them because they did seem pretty understaffed, with two guys
waiting the whole restaurant, but should it really take 2.5 hours for food to
come out when there are only about 12 other people in the restaurant? We were
actually there from 8 PM-11 PM. Questionable… But it’s whatever. We are
thinking that part of it may be racism… but whatever.
Tomorrow,
we’re going hiking in Glendalough. Expect more gorgeous pictures!
Smiles,
Anna
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