… And We’re Off and Running!

SO … THE JOURNEY HAS begun for Sandy and me. And did it ever start out with a bang—our plane had a tyre with low pressure and it needed to be attended to. They tried to get the pressure up to snuff, but that wasn’t working (that took us about 45 minutes beyond our departure time) … and when that didn’t work, they realised they’d need to replace the tyre. Things got a bit timey-wimey whilst they went off to find a tyre … then install and test it, plus (of course) paperwork to complete, but finally (after about 2.5 hours) we were back on “schedule”. Our 11:50am arrival time on the 17th was pushed to 1:30-ish. In the end, it was closer to 2pm, leaving quite a few passengers anxious about connecting flights. (Which, by the way, I feel Aer Lingus handled brilliantly.) All Sandy and I had to worry about was making sure we had wheels to get-about with whilst in Ireland. We let those connecting-flights get off before us, then started to get off the plane when three wheel chairs came down the ramp for those of us requiring them. My attendant went well beyond what others had done in the past. I usually get “dumped” at the baggage claim, then I’m on my own. This young lady took us all the way to the Car Rental lot and I didn’t get off the wheel chair till we were literally in front of the car. (Well done!!) I’m happy to use Hertz—it may not be the cheapest, but they’ve been very good to me in the past, and they didn’t fail us with this bit of a wrench in the plans.

Next bit to throw us off was my little GPS (Gabby—but she wasn’t …) decided she was not going to talk to us. Rather cheeky little thing. (I checked her out prior to departure and she was working just fine). She simply told us to get to M-1 so she could direct us. She never redirected us when I didn’t get into the desired road. Thankfully I was vaguely familiar with the area and, though we never got into what she felt was the right street, we apparently paralleled her route in the downtown area and made it safely—well … there was one block of driving the wrong way on a very quiet one-way street, but I got that sorted out right away and we made it in one piece. (Poor Sandy—she’s a very patient soul.)
I love Dublin—and the area we are in. Mountjoy St., where the hostel is located, has a lovely ancient church with a beautiful spired steeple just a block or two down from the hostel (photos will happen in the next blog, since we were exhausted from a very long flight and time change). The hostel itself has a small church attached, which has been turned into the dining all. We have a Spar (kind of like a 7-11 in the States, but no petrol station attached) just across a very quiet street—same street we drove down to get into the car park at the hostel.
We settled into our room then walked over to get dinner makings—almost bought stuff requiring cooking, but decided we were too tired for that. I was more tired than hungry, so we simply purchased a pre-made sandwich, some grapes and blueberries and shared all of it. We discovers like and dislikes in food—apparently we both love blueberries enough to challenge Violet (from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory) at being the biggest and bluest berry that the Umpa Lumpa’s would be rolling off to their presses … <insert mischievous grin> and I love yogurt, but she does not—same with mushrooms.
With dishes cleaned up, we got the wifi code, grabbed some crafting tools and settled into the dining hall to get Sandy an e-membership at the HI hostels (didn’t work—for a number of reasons, including forgetting the credit card … we’ll try again later) and for a quick lesson in putting signatures together (blocks of pages that are sewn together to make the pages of a book) for our travel journals. That didn’t last long, as my mind was muddled (as was Sandy’s) from fatigue and I couldn’t answer or show her how to do it properly <insert eye roll—and serious amount of yawning> … so we packed up our supplies and went back to our room at 9pm to retire for the night.
Today is Friday—a new day and the real beginning of two and a half month journey. Today is a “chill day” so we can recover from our jet lag (I slept in to 9am!), we will do a walk-about around Dublin and use the Hop On-Hop Off Tour Bus to venture into areas we can’t get to by foot. We’ve three nights (one’s already under our belts) to explore before moving on to Galway and beyond. We are going to have a wonderful time—whether Gaby helps us or not! Have a blessed Friday and weekend and join us again next Friday for another chapter in our journey.
Cheers and Slainté!

Travel Blog: Week One, Part Two

{Well … I was wondering why this was sitting in the draft “pile”. Guess I forgot to combine the one I ended up posting with this one, so you get two blogs today <insert sheepish grin …> Bear with me … I’ll eventually edit and combine the two together so this isn’t permanently plopped into the middle of the trip. Oopsie. So sorry.}

ON MY MARK, GET SET … GO! THE TRIP HAS BEGUN! Sandy’s husband was so kind as to cart us up to the San Francisco airport (thank you, John!!), where we caught a 5:30pm flight to Dublin. As I’ve mentioned before, I’ve never taken Aer Lingus, so it was a new experience. As much as I love to take pictures of the clouds—I have such a plethora of clouds-from-a-plane photos—I would much rather have an aisle seat so that I can get up and stretch. I really didn’t know what to expect in the way of seating—whether it would be like packed sardines or if there would be much in the way of leg room (after all, Aer Lingus is a no-frills airline…). Yes, that meant I needed to accommodate the window and middle seat passengers, but I’d much prefer the ease of getting up to stretch or use the WC. Yup … definitely.

Sandy sat in the aisle seat across from me (and we have the same set-up for our return flight). Both flights are non-stop—something I’d recommend, if you can afford it. As far as I’m concerned, it’s well worth the extra expense for peace of mind. No dealing with rushing to catch the next leg of the journey … or missed or cancelled connecting flights. Definitely worth it.

We arrived on Thursday, 17 May around noon—I was a little preoccupied with deplaning (grabbing my carry-on), grabbing baggage and finding our rental car to take notice. Our ticket says 11:50am as an arrival time—a little over ten hours in the air. How did I fare flying with Aer Lingus?

Thursday was spent getting settled in and adjusting to the 8-hour time change (extra hours, mind you … so an extra long day). And I had to juggle when to take my medicines—that’s always fun. Departure/arrival day is always a jumble where my medications are concerned (insert big eye-roll here—haha). At least there are only two pills that are prescriptions (and the doses are low enough that taking sooner than scheduled—or even later—is not a bad/harmful thing. Hopefully my doctors never hear about the weird scheduling I always end up doing (insert eye-roll … teehee). Friday—aaack … that’s today—is our first full day in Dublin and I will be back on schedule medicine-wise. And we will begin our exploring slowly—working up our stamina for all that walking (insert sheepish grin). I am so excited to finally get to Dublin (and Ireland/UK in general) and show Sandy all the neat things there are to see! Sadly, even with two and a half months, we will not see everything, since it is, of course, a leisurely trip.

I wish you a blessed Friday and weekend. Hopefully there will be a good internet connection to get this blog out to you on schedule! Until next Friday and the second installment of our travels—slainté!