On July 1, 2016 I was on my way to Ireland with my friend Julie. We had been planning this trip for years. The year before (2015) we had both finally left our crappy jobs at the nursing home. I had moved on to the newspaper and her to a state run nursing home. We were both better off and were tired of putting this trip off.
As the sun began to rise so did the other passengers on the plane. The flight attendants began making their rounds and people began to freshen up from the few hours they tried to sleep. I don’t think I slept at all. Poor Julie was sitting in the outside seat and I don’t think she got any sleep either. Bleary eyed we gathered our bags and headed toward the exit.
Once we made it through customs (that guy was a total jerk), I picked up my bag and a quick pit stop to the loo, we walked out into the cold brisk Dublin air. It was quite a shock compared to what we had just come from. A steamy 90+ degrees in South Mississippi! We walked around totally lost and confused. I knew we wanted to take a bus to Belfast, that was our cheapest option. Unfortunately there was no one around to ask where we should go to buy tickets. Finally after walking around for what seemed like forever, I found a lady who was nice enough to point us in the right direction. Once I got it all figured out I could finally relax a bit. I had to keep reminding myself baby steps. We will get to one point then figure it out from there.
Once on the bus I tried to relax for the 2 hours we were going to be on the bus. While Julie snoozed away next to me I couldn’t sleep. Instead I just stared out the window at the beautiful country side in the hopes of seeing a castle. I mean we were in IRELAND!!! Unfortunately I didn’t see any castles, just a whole lot of green. We got to Belfast and it was still pretty early but we had made it just in time to catch the train to Antrim where we would be staying for the remainder of our time in Northern Ireland. The bus and train rides were both uneventful and I was thankful for that.
At the train station in Antrim we were met by Julie’s friend Ryan who would be our guide while there. He was a nice guy and very accommodating. Though I think he was a bit disappointed when we went straight to bed once we got to his house. After flying for 24 hours (almost if you include layovers) we were exhausted and just wanted to sleep. So that’s what we did.