It’s time to retire. I took a four hour train ride from Dublin to Cobh today (with a stop at Cork), and am now logging in through a computer in my B&B on the water of the town my family supposedly originated from.

I’m a big fan of train rides (when they’re not for commuting). Compared to the busy walks of Dublin and its loud and bouncy crowds, the train was a vacation in itself. Kelly and I sat at a table across from an aspiring actor studying Antigone for one of his classes. We caught up and learned that Budweiser was pretty big over here. Our new friend himself spoke fondly of spiked cider. While on the train we were served hot tea, which added some flavor to the dry Irish newspaper I picked up in the Conrad Dublin.

The town Cobh itself has a history as a major port, where most Irish immigrants departed from and from which my family apparantly originates. The city is most well-known as the location that the Titanic departed from back in the Leonardo DiCaprio days of the 90’s. I had lunch along the water and its neon painted houses and boats, and just minutes ago hopped a cab- to our hotel with a walk-out porch on the water. I’m ready to retire.