From Ireland to Wales and England

We spent yesterday wandering about the crooked streets of Dublin. I was rather impressed by the public transit system and the wide pedestrian thouroughfares. However, it is amazing to me that such a large modern cities streets are not clearly marked however it does not matter really where you go in the city you will find a steady mix of pubs and churches which seem to dominate the place. Luck be with you if you want to find anything specific though. The architechture of the city is a patchwork of building styles and historial eras from the 11th Century up to the most modern inovative design.
We were able to secure tickets for a Literary Pub Crawl which took us to some of the favorite watering holes of the Irish literary giants. The guides acted out some scenes from various works and gave us some local history. My suspision is that for most in the group the drinking rather than the literary commentary was the focus of the night.
Today we began by climbling abord an Irish ferry bound for Wales which from much that I have read is the location where some of my European heritage comes from (Hall, Ward). Being completely exausted from the harried pace of the trip most of my fellow passengers passed out on the 3 hour ferry trip. I hope to catch up on some much needed rest tonight to prevent London and Paris from being a blur in my memory.

Update:
Wales was more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. The mountains of Snowdonia rival almost anything I saw in Ireland and remind me of pictures that I have seen of the Rocky mountains. No wonder it is told that King Arthur is buried at the top it would be a most proper place for such a valiant and noble figure. We stopped in a small town just outside of castle build by King Edward I. The town and the people seemed very kind and familiar I could see my lineage originating out of this place. We stopped in at a small local foods cafe and had a delicious sandwich. Apparently Welsh food does not fall into the same category as other British food.

We did go on the search for the English geocache. We picked up a few other searchers grabbed the flashlight and headed into the woods on a walking path. After a few turns into the woods and off the beaten path we found the metal ammo canister covered in bark no more than 15 ft from the paved trail. This will make the first of hopefully many international geocache finds.

Tomorrow we head into London and it should be non-stop until we leave Paris on the 4th of July.