Ireland days

I have finally recovered from jet lag (thank goodness...that had to be the worst experience of crabbiness that I've ever had). But I'm getting ahead of myself here! Last time I wrote we hadn't even gotten through Paris yet.
Charles de Gaulle airport was a mess! We got off the plane and there were no signs telling us where we needed to go. We just sort of wandered until we found our next terminal. I thought we would go through customs in Paris since that's where we enter the EU but turns out we don't get stamped till Dublin.
Once we made it to Dublin, I was a wreck. I hadn't slept in almost 48 hours (b/c I was up packing all night before we left of course). I wanted to just take a cab to our hostel but Jennie talked me into taking the bus. The problem was that I wasn't really sure where we were supposed to get off at and I was exhausted so everything was a blur to me. Finally we get off the bus and it turns out that we're still a mile from our hostel. So we walk...dragging our suitcases. Next time I'm just going to shell out the bucks and take a cab. I was pretty much out of it for the rest of the day. I do remember falling asleep in my clothes and Jennie shaking me awake later so that I could change and brush my teeth.
I woke up to Saturday in Dublin and it was beautiful. Jennie and I spent the day walking around and looking at all the shops. We picked up breakfast at an in&out-type place and then walked over to St Stephen's green. We checked out the shops on Dame St. and had lunch at The Winding Stair, a very hip and cook used bookstore/cafe. I've been looking for books by John B. Keane, author of The Bodhran Makers. It's next to impossible to find his books in the States so my aunt gave me a mission to find pick up one of his books here. No luck finding any of his books yet.
During the afternoon we caught a rowing race on the Liffey. UCD and Trinity were racing against each other...the men's teams of course. ;) Who can resist a rower with an irish accent? Eventually we headed back to the hostel to get ready for dinner and our James Taylor concert. Just our luck, we end up running behind, the dinner takes too long, and we end up in a cab that is crawling it's way through the traffic around the concert venue. Not only did we end up paying 16 euros for the cab but we were 20 minutes late for the concert! But the concert! It was awesome! We had good seats and the show was great. JT never disappoints...of course, I have been in love with him since I was a child. :) I still remember listening to him when I was a kid...that and my dad playing his songs on the guitar. James Taylor is like comfort food for my music soul. :)