As a result of the original post I heard from an old friend from Dublin days on Facebook today and he shared these photos. What a wonderfully pleasant suprise to hear from an old friend, see my old friends, the old flat… and that old stupid hat! I forgot about that. Thanks Brendan!
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My cousin Amy is going to Ireland in a few weeks and when she asked me about my old haunts I realized that, thanks to Google maps, I could send her the precise location and streetview of my old flat across them Trinity College, where I spent my junior year abroad.
Here it is, somewhat obscured by a truck, so I’ve included another view below. I lived in the second story appartment above what now seems to be a tattoo and barbershop. When I was there is was a candy shop and convenience store, run by the women who owned the building and lived in the story above me.
I can’t remember her name (Ms. ???). She was somewhat formal but lovely and married to a solid middle-eastern man named Fayad (or something like that) who swam everyday. I remember her telling me one time that an educated American is an attractive thing (implying that most were neither).
Silvia sent me her bunch of photos from this year. See below.
