Guinness Storehouse in Dublin
I was flying in from Amsterdam at 2:30pm and Marcel would land on Irish soil around 11pm, meaning I had a few hours to spare. “Surely you’re not going to hang around the airport waiting for me?” Marcel asked me incredulously. So I started looking for the capital cities must-do attractions. “Duh, of course I’m going to the Guinness Storehouse!”
Aside from it being a fond tipple, I wanted to see how they share their story. The personal interaction with the staff was friendly and professional. A tiny criticism though, is it all felt a little too slick, kind of what I’d expect in America. Maybe it’s inevitable when your company gets to be that big. The beer was amazing, and learning how to pull a pint was loads of fun.
I’m looking forward to returning with my hubby.