| He always lets me have the window seat! |
| At the Ballyhaunis train station |
Dublin, again! - After the train back into Dublin, Patrick and I checked out the rest of Dublin for a few hours. We walked over to the Guinness Factory where you could literally smell the beer a couple of streets over, it was pretty overwhelming too. Before we had to take the bus to the airport, we managed to get in a couple more sights that we had missed on Saturday morning (St. Andrews Church, Trinity College..) and had an awesome burger and fries. That is something that I miss from America...its hard to find a real burger here in Germany! Which reminds me: when walking down the main street of Dublin (O'Connell Street) there were 2 Burger Kings and 2 McDonalds within probably 70 yards of each other. Which is a little ridiculous but useful for the free bathrooms!
Airplane "Ride" - I love to fly and view flights as fun rides. But this "ride" was a little bit scary; we had pretty rocky turbulence most of the flight back to Berlin. When we got close to Berlin Schonefeld Airport, we had to taxi in the air since there was a storm passing through. It felt more like the storm was passing through us and that we weren't avoiding it at all! It felt like I was in a movie because the lightning was flashing all around us and the ride was so bumpy. Do you know how in the Indiana Jones ride at Disneyland, the car lurches all around and feels like its skidding? That's exactly how our commercial jet landing felt like. A few people threw up but luckily, no one around us. Our flight was actually diverted to Berlin Tegel Airport (which is actually Berlin's small, crappy airport) and we got to wait an hour and a half on the landing to just get off of the plane and get into the airport. It was a longer flight than I wanted, but we got home safe and sound.
All in all Ireland was so beautiful and amazing, I felt really attached to it. I honestly did not want to leave. If my program wasn't so intense and allowed for class absences, I probably would have stayed another night. Well I have a few more months to figure out how I'm going to get back there!
P.S. It's Patrick's 21st birthday tomorrow, he's a little bummed since turning 21 isn't as big of a deal as it is in America, but don't forget to wish him a happy birthday!
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