Last Friday before leaving work my new colleagues asked me what plans I had for the weekend but I had none except for cleaning the kitchen; ha ha housewife mike. Despite my lack of plans I ended up with a rather full weekend and I didn't clean the kitchen.

On Friday since I already was had lunch at Eddie Rockets on my work pals (the joys of being young newbie) I afforded to arrive late at home. After turning down an offer to go and watch a play I decided to go out alone and watch a movie at the theaters in the shopping center. After a 15 minutes quick walk I arrived at the UCI Cinemas and paid 9 Euros for a ticket to watch Hostel (Review). I can't remember the last time I went to a cinema alone (if I ever did) and it felt a bit funny at first, but then the film was the same whether alone or accompanied so it turned out not to be so fastidious. Going back home I discussed the film with Nikoali Illaws, my new imaginary friend, (told you I was going to get one) and he agreed with me that I could have spent the 9 Euros better.

The film starts with a "Quentin Tarantino presents" header which is nothing by a marketing gimmick, as if the name alone can make a great film. It is about 3 backpackers who are lured in Bratislava in pursuit of hot sexy chicks. They get the chicks alright, but with some side-effects as one by one they start disappearing. The film is supposed to be a horror movie, but while the gore isn't missing the horror must have remained trapped in the authors head. I found it funnier than scarier so it gets a 2/5.

On Saturday I lazed most of the morning and after breakfast I cleaned my bathroom. There's a first time for everything. In the afternoon we went to the city center and I brought 3 cheap books about Ireland and a comic novel, then at night we went back to the city center but returned back early.

On the last day of the week I went to the coast of Dublin for the first time. Because the morning wind discouraged my new conational friend we changed plans and instead of going to Killiney we went to Sandycove to visit James's Joyce tower and Dun Laoghaire. To arrive there we took a DART train from O'Connelly Station in the city center and stopped at Sandycove.

James Joyce is the author of Ulysses and James Joyce Tower is basically a tower in which he spent a few days and is mentioned in one of his books. Inside there's a sort of museum which costs a hefty 6.50 Euros just to see a couple of Joyce's stuff, manuscripts, paintings, bust and other small things you'd expect in a museum. Not worth it unless you're really into literature.

It's a pity I haven't yet got a camera as Sandycove deserved a couple of photos. There's a decent stretch of beach that hosts many seagulls and the occasional cormorant. Despite the usual rain and wind the walk was nice and the company was good. We also saw some mad sadistic people bathing in the freezing waters which deserve a mention for their courage or stupidity, depending on how you look at it.

Halfway through our outing we met another person who's also from our country. I've made a couple of new friends but unsurprisingly enough they are all from my mother country. We'll soon open a community of immigrants if it continues like this.

Walking back to Sandycove from the coast we ended up in Dun Laoghaire. Apparently here there's a ferry that'll take you to Wales in about 90 minutes, an option that I might consider in June, although probably a plane would be a better option. We had lunch at a café which was the first place I've visited that didn't serve beer then went back by the DART train to the city center. Before returning back home we went shopping for groceries – yes you can do that at 7pm on Sunday here in Dublin.