Even though I was nervous to go totally alone, the trip to Dublin was overall pretty easy. As I made my way to security of terminal 7 at the Indianapolis airport I could still hear Urka sobbing and good ol' Donny yelling "passport passport passport." It was only 12 pm, but I had already seen quite a few tears and been asked where my passport was about 50 times...Around 10 am when I failed to produce my passport from somewhere on my body at a moments notice Donny whipped out the fanny pack and asked me just one more time if I was sure I didn't want to use it.
I was sure.
After saying goodbye things went smoothly on my flight to Atlanta where I waited in a frigid terminal for 5 hours before boarding my flight to Dublin. Just as I was about to watch a woman show me how my seat could also be used as a flotation device, I got one last call from my dad asking me the exact location of my passport. Leave it to Donny to time that one perfectly.
The flight was pretty uneventful. No sleep. Crying babies. The usual.
And then 7 am rolled around and I caught my first glimpse of Ireland.
Even through rain and fog, it's gorgeous.
After landing and meeting up with some other people from my program, we hopped in a taxi and made the hour trek to our home for the next 2 months.... Or so we thought. We told our driver Trinity House, gave him the address, even showed him the map we were given, and where did he drop us off you ask? Trinity Hall. It may sound like the same thing, but a 30 minute walk in the pouring rain at 4 am my time begs to differ. Not to mention being in another country having No Clue where I was going! Any other day I may have given up, but I just so happened to see this just a few minutes before being deserted...
I took this as a sign that I was Irish and could navigate my way around the winding streets of Dublin. While it may have been a tad over-confident, I managed to lead myself and 2 others to Trinity House. From there the day was unpacking, fighting jet lag, grocery shopping, and going to the pub to meet everyone else from the program.
Even in the rain I love Ireland. I love the people. The atmosphere. The accents. I've even started to pick up on a few phrases.
Dodgy = sketchy, shady
Taking the piss = messing around, pulling your leg
Craic (said like crack) = used in a lot of ways to ask about or describe something good. e.g. Whats the craic? That's the craic. The craic is mighty.
and last but not least...
Cheers = hello, goodbye, thank you... pretty much everything!
Until tomorrow...
Cheers,
Becca :)
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