We’re somewhere new, how about you?
It has been quite a while since my last post here … much has happened, and little time has been spent online. I will try to give a brief summary, though I have to note that I cannot use an apostrophe, and my z and y keys are messed up on the keyboard. Bear with me.
Cheesie enough title I suppose, but, we are now in Rome. After a few quiet days in the countryside (except for a few very noisy hours of horn honking and World Cup-related celebrations), we’re back in the big city. Back in the land of email, and who knows what else … this city apparently has some old buildings worth looking at, so we’ll try to get around to that soon enough. For now, we’re going to work on tracking down a travel agency that can help us get some ferry tickets to Croatia.
Train ride in was pretty good, aside from the A/C not working very well. Quite mountainous here … reminds me a little of Taiwan, with very steep, very green mountains. There must be some good trails in there somewhere. Maybe next time.
Today can’t really be described as anything but a transportation day … we started in Ennis, finished in Edinburgh, and spent a lot of time en route.
After a very tasty Irish breakfast prepared by Nora, including some very tasty black pudding, we were on our way to the airport. One of the benefits of getting lost yesterday was that it made finding the airport quite easy. After dropping our car off at the Avis desk (no hidden charges and no damage … woo hoo!), we checked into our Ryan Air flight, and had time to spare. Ryan Air is one of Europe’s most popular discount airlines … they do things a little differently than most of the airlines at home — it’s more like riding a flying bus than anything else. No reserved seating, no particular etiquette when it comes to boarding, etc … it’s just a free-for-all. After a very evident landing on the runway at Glasgow-Prestwick, we headed for the buses. Turns out that Glasgow-Prestwick really has nothing to do with Glasgow — it took us over an hour of highway driving to even see the city. Another bus trip later, we were in Edinburgh. From euros to pounds, we were spending money quickly.
After a long, quiet, uncomfortable but uneventful seven hours of flying, we made it safe and sound into Dublin. Bit of a delay getting our luggage and a fair bit of self-inflicted confusion finding a bus into the city, but, nothing too serious all in all.
