Sandy and Jenn, my friends and travel companions left this morning for the airport. They're headed back to the U.S..
My two remaining companions and I walk through the streets of Dublin in hopes of getting the tour of that crypt...only to find it closed. Ah, well, guess it wasn't meant to be. It only means I'll have to come back at another time.
We leave ourselves for the airport in 10 minutes. I have a flight to Madrid coming up and had to repack 3 times because of all the gifts. Alas, my reflections of Dublin and Ireland are probably incomplete here. There hasn't been enough time to blog. Thus, nothing fancy in style of writing or stories.
I'll just say this, for those of you who know me -- I keep tripping. I hit my head on the handle in the shower that's supposed to keep you from slipping and it's been hurting to the touch for 2 days. I keep stepping in potholes. And I was walking, minding my own business, and this lady with a bunch of bags walks past and clocks me in the leg with them. It felt like she had a ton of bricks in them. Now I have a bruise. :(
Okay. That's it for now. :)
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