I'm in Dublin!

Finally! I am here! After a horror, edge of my nerves train ride (the German train was late) I flew in something that looked like a bag of jelly beans (a multi color plane belonging to German Wings) to the country where it seems process is a mere concept, migrations officers are as friendly as your bar buddy, the renting adds have no exact measure at all, and bus stops have no name and Guinness is all over the place. It is definetely going to be fun, as the bureacracy is almost all done. Only a place to live has to be found.