For the last two months, I’ve been praying for a sunny Sunday to travel to Howth, a charming fishing village in Dublin Bay. Today I suffered a rude awakening as the calendar flipped to April, meaning that my Dublin chronicles were reaching the finale. I looked out the window to a familiar scene: clouds and thrashing tree branches. Howth trip? It was now or never, so put on three pairs of socks and hopped on the bus.
Howth is conveniently reached through the Dublin Bus in city center, putting both my travel anxiety and my wallet at ease. The bus ride is a mere thirty minutes, so there is absolutely no excuse not to travel to the quaint area during a stay in Dublin.
The bus makes several stops throughout Howth Village, ending at Howth Summit where a scenic cliff walk begins. I took the bus to the Summit with the glorious idea of wandering the coastline for the two hours back into the village, but as always, the wind had other ideas. I took a few pictures, gasped at the scenery, and decided to take a shortcut through the town to hit Howth Village below.
This was the first time I traveled anywhere alone (though it was nowhere far), so I gave myself the challenge of navigating back to Howth Village from Howth Summit without a map. In a small town on a Bank Holiday Monday, I wasn’t too concerned. I simply followed the bus stop signs until I saw the ocean, and then let the ocean be my guide. The walk down was pleasant as I was able to see a different version of Irish neighborhoods. The yards were larger (I assume land prices are lower away from the city) and many houses were painted in uplifting pastel colors.
My first stop in the village was the Howth Market, held every Sunday and Bank Holiday Monday. There were cute stands with homemade jewelry and scarves, and of course the forever beckoning food stands that tempt customers with “secret recipe” jams and fresh made Nutella crepes. I painfully passed on these goodies and made my way straight to Beshoff Bro.’s Fish and Chips. Back at school, I asked a few people where the best fish and chips were and Beshoff’s was always the answer.
Beshoff’s is strictly take-away, so I claimed a vacant bench by the bay, and observed the variety of boats as I ate. The warm food and scenery quickly distracted by thoughts from any bodily numbness.
Soon enough, my food was devoured and I again realized that my toes haven’t had feeling for a couple of hours. I grabbed a bus back to Dublin, and relaxed on the short ride. I am so thankful that I gave myself a brutal pep talk to get me out of the door this morning. One more thing is now checked off my Dublin to-do list!