Early Morning Ireland

One of the great joys of traveling is jet-lag.

As everybody knows, jet-lag is best enjoyed while wandering the pre-dawn streets of foreign cities, bleary of eye and cloudy of brain.  So, on our first full day of honeymoon bliss, in order to savor our jet-lag to the utmost, Gavin and I woke up sometime between four and five o’clock and took to the streets of Dublin without a plan and without a map.  Within five minutes, a historically important building found its way to us: Christ Church – the oldest medieval building in Dublin.  See below for first rays of sunlight on it’s outer walls, with the moon still in the sky.

That little dot up there is the moon!

It wasn’t open that early in the morning, so on we walked.  And at around eight o’clock we found ourselves another historically important building:  St. Patrick’s Cathedral – the other oldest medieval building in Dublin.  The marquee outside announced that matins are sung every morning at nine, so – undeterred by the fact that we did not know what what matins are – we waited until then, paid the tourist fee, put away our cameras and waited.  If you, like me, are unschooled in the ways of Irish Anglicans (yes, St. Patrick’s Cathedral is Anglican, not Catholic), and had to google “matins”, allow me to inform you that matins is an early morning service during which psalms are sung.  And at St. Pat’s in particular, the psalms are sung by super darling Irish children.

We sneaked a recording for you!  Click below to listen:

St. Patrick’s Cathedral Matins 10/20/11

Lovely, no?  My favorite part was watching the kids pick their noses during songs.  (Shame on you, Seamus O’Shamaucy.  I shaw you…)

After matins, we pretended to blend in with German students and eavesdropped a guided tour of the cathedral.  We learned what “chancing your arm” means and where it comes from… or at least where the Irish have decided it comes from.  (Get the run-down here:  http://virtuallinguist.typepad.com/the_virtual_linguist/2011/05/chance-your-arm.html)  We also learned that Jonathan Swift is buried at the cathedral… standing up.

Then we saw really old flags:

Really old flags.

Then we saw the outside of the cathedral again.

The outside of the cathedral again.

After so much medievalness, we had to find a pub.

So we did!

After a nap.


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