Ireland, day one!
Traveling with 95 pounds of luggage is no easy feat, ladies and gentlemen. But thanks to the kindness of strangers, the use of free luggage carts, and my own power of will, I have managed to arrive safely in Galway with all my luggage.
The best part of the trip? Being upgraded to fly first class from Portland to Amsterdam. It pays to have a dad who works in the airline industry. It fulfilled my wildest dreams of laying down and watching movies for ten hours while being served a delicious four course meal. Shout out to Delta airlines for being beyond awesome.
My ease of travel ended in Amsterdam however, as flying standby is not without its drawbacks. I’ll skip over the boring bits, but lets just say I became very familiar with the inside of the Amsterdam airport. I would also just like to point out that the KLM (Dutch airline) planes say “The Flying Dutchman” on the side. Apparently the Dutch like a good pun.
I finally landed in Dublin in the evening local time. My body however, was under the impression that it was ten am. I had dozed a bit on the plane ride over from Amsterdam, but suffice to say I was exhausted. I headed to the curb, walked up to the first bus that said “Galway” and bought a ticket from the driver. Thanks to the gods of public transportation, I only had to wait fifteen minutes before we were on the road.
You know when you haven’t slept all night and your body goes from deliriously tired to wide awake again? Well that was how I felt after a short nap on the bus. The countryside looked pleasantly like it does in the Pacific Northwest, with the exception of there being quite a few more pudgy sheep, cows, and horses. Not to mention the occasional castle and manor.
After a few hours on the bus, I made it to Galway, my home for the next year. I made a huge gamble in moving to a country I had never visited before, but it looks like it is going to pay off. Galway seems wonderful: there’s shops, pubs, restaurants, not to mention the campus of the university I’m going to is gorgeous. I checked into my room not problem, thanking past self that I had paid extra to get a private room.
It’s the morning now, and I’m crossing my fingers that going to bed at ten pm after being awake all day is going to help stave off jet lag. I’m off for my first visit to campus (yay!) to track down the registration office.
Wish me luck!
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Traveling alone realization number one: look approachable yet confused and someone with offer to help you.
Note: this applies with luggage as well. Some sweat on the brow will help with desperate look.