September 25th, 2009 – by: leahcook
Our plane ride took off at 6 in the morning...I had just gotten off work at 12. We rolled painfully out of bed at 3 and left by 4. I had that tired, nauseous-y feeling from lack of sleep, augmented as always by Jeff's strategically erractic driving skills. Because Germany has only two seasons - winter and construction - we had to take a detour through a backwater windy road and got stuck behind two semi-trucks. An evil fog cloud rolled in about 10 klicks from the airport; when we parked it was so dense we couldn't find the airport. We wandered around the lot with an equally lost German couple before spotting the crowd and hightailing it to the airport. Ironically, we made through all the checkpoints and squatted at the terminal for about 20 minutes...waiting for Bill and Tito. They arrived right before gate closure. The plane ride was silky smooth but I was so sick I couldn't sit up. Wandering through Dublin
was the same as any a-typical large town, little shops and cafes along the roads, litter and lovely houses among the ghetto rows. Dublin had interesting lack of bums, and unabashed celebration of beer. The men hit the pubs and I took the kids to see a movie.
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