Sarina waiting for the train in Dublin. She was such a trooper the way she carried her backpack and never compained, even when she was tired and hungry.
We took the Dart to Dun Lunghaire. I liked it better than Dublin. We bought lunch and ate in a quiet courtyard.
Then we found a place on the grass to lie down and take a short nap before we caught the ferry to Holyhead, Wales.
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