Well that went well... not really

So I am a bad blogger. Terible actually. I will do my best to catch up on the Eurotrip blog, little by little, while keeping up my regular blog.

I am in London now. Staying with my friend Sue. You will remember her from the Volunteer blog from South America. It is Friday the 12th and I am heading home Tuesday the 16th. This last month of my trip has been difficult. I have been increadibly homesick. Which is one of my excusses for not writing. It just made me more home sick.

I flew from Milan to Dublin, with Ryanair on the 26th of May. I would like to take this moment to tell you that Ryanair is horrid. Never fly with them. Unless you are traveling with a printer and are carrying next to nothing for luggage you will get charged crazy exrta fees. 40 euro for not haveing your boarding pass printed and 15 euro per extra kilo over 15 kilos. And that 10 euro that you pay online for an extra bag. Don't mean poop. Sure you can bring an extra bag, but they can't be more that 15kilos combined. Bullocks!

So yeah, Ryanair sucks nuts.

Needless to say I had a really bad day on the 26th. I managed to print my pass at the airport but it cost me 15 euro to do. Better than 40 I suppose. That had eaten up a fair bit of my time and I was getting anxious. Then the baggage crap. I almost bit the poor girl's head off. "I could have flown a REAL airline for that" is what I shreiked at her when seh told me that my other bag, which I already paid 10 euro to bring, would cost me an additional 195 euro. Wow, I was pissed. I started out in a pretty fould mood just with having to wake up at a ridiculouse hour to catch a bus, which took over an hour, to get to the airport. Oh, and I hadn't eaten yet. Never a good mix for me, tired and hungry.

"Whatever. Just get me to Ireland" is all I kept thinking. Just trying to keep my cool.

My cool got more difficult to keep when I went through secrurity. The guard had a problem with my laptop lock and emptied my entire bag. He wanted my laptop turned on, but I could not find my European power addapter, and my computer was dead. Time was ticking away and so where my happy thoughts. He called over another gaurd about the laptop lock and he waved it though like it was an airplane pillow. I must have gotten the new guy. Great. I found the stupid adapter, plugged the computer in and turned it on. New guy waved the test paper over the keyboard then told me to have a nice day. "Yah, right." I muttered. Not impressed with the giant mess I had to put back into my back pack. Time was still ticking. Stupid time.

I had a disgusting little pastry with ham and cheese in the boarding lobby while trying ot regain my happy thoughts. I had a ginsing and snikered. My lap top lock was a huge concern for new guy but he totally overlooked the little glass vial of liquid in my purse.

(Have I ever mentioned that I really hate flying?)

I calmed down a bit after a little cry on the plane, I had a window seat with no one next to me so a little privacy allowed me the space to let go a little. I listened to my iPod and waited to see Ireland. Then there it was. It was so good to see it. The most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It felt like coming home.

Everyone at the airport was so nice. The costomes guy asked the regualr questions then a few more about how I was manageing traveling alone, if I was enjoying myself, do I have any roots here. Then he told me which bus to get on to get to the Huston station where I would catch my Train to Tralee. Then went on to say that it is very lovely there and not to miss dingle either because it is also very lovely.

Walking to find my buss another airport employee stopped to ask me where I was headed and if I needed help finding anything. Good thing too, because I was going the wrong way. I am not very good with directions. I found my busstop and waited short while.

I was so shocked at how polite everyone was to eachother while getting on the bus. Two gentlemen and I helped the little old ladies with thier bags. Then one of the gentlemen put everyones bags up on the racks, and brought them down as people got off on their stops.

It felt just like home. My mood was so much better already.

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I am going to post this, and comeback to it tomorrow. I will do Ireland, Scottland then England. Then Spain and Italy. Then whatever else I am missing afterwards. No spell check at the moment so I will do that later too.

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Slacker

I am such a slacker sorry guys.

I will move that posts from the other side over to here soon.

I am in Barcelona Spain now. Todd arrives tomorrow and I am supper excited. He spends a week here and then Melissa is spending a week with me in Spain and another week with me in Italy. I will be so spoiled rotten having friends around. Now I just need to talk my Dad into meeting me for beer tours in Ireland and Scotland. (hint hint, nudge nudge Dad)

It has been pretty easy to meet people since I left Greece though. I met a really nice couple in Munich and went to Switzerland with them.

Prague and Munich where dedicated to serious beer consumption. And wow is that stuff ever good. I will be ruined for north American beer now. I will write about the beer halls later. I promise! lol