Arriving in Dublin

I’ve been sleeping in a lot of different beds lately. Before you judge me and call me a whore, let me say – some of these beds were rather comfortable. Others, not so much. Some were nightmares. Some were heaven. Not all were one night stands. I even slept in one bed for two weeks straight. That was a nice bed.Luckily, much to your chagrin I imagine, I was sleeping alone in all of these beds. Suddenly, the story is less interesting. But to keep the suspense afloat, let me tell you the tale of the many beds.

I have literally been jetting across the entirety of Europe these past few weeks. My mother, a virgin traveler, made her first epic journey across the ocean to visit me during my one week . I took this opportunity to plan for us a great adventure that left little time for actually sleeping in the aforementioned beds.

It all began with the big bang. Ok, maybe I should start a little later. It all began in Dublin. No, earlier. The night before I left for Dublin, my mom was supposed to fly from Pittsburgh to Chicago, and then from Chicago to Dublin. She got to the airport, anxious and excited to fly and see me… and her flight was delayed for three hours. This would have been ok, however, it caused her to miss her overseas flight to Dublin. Flights to Europe don’t exactly jet off every two hours, so this meant so would have to fly out a whole day later than anticipated. Cut to me. After a few annoyances with cosmetics in plastic bags and $9 at Prague Airport, I finally arrived in Dublin. Knowing my mother was still delayed, I took a taxi to the hotel and checked in for a night of loneliness.

Threatened by both the passport security man and the taxi driver that the hotel I had booked was in a bad area of town, I was prepared for the worst. However, as it turns out, I had no problems in Ballymum. It was just your typical project development. No one was even out at night when I arrived.
Arriving in Dublin czech it out
Dublin by night
Taking the bus to downtown, I was comforted by the warm glow of the Dublin streets. The river, small but quaint, struck a chord through the center of the town like a merry lullaby. I was a bit famished, and settled in for a cozy meal by myself in a traditional looking pub on one of the main streets. After eating, I had no idea what else I could do, so I decided to head home and get a good night’s rest so I could meet my mother in the morning.

 

Kristy Snyder

I'm a creative and quirky woman just looking to make her mark on the world. Writer, thinker, crafter, doer. Loves playing ice hockey and curling up with a good book. Traveling is a foremost passion and the road is always calling. Above all, I try to be an enjoyer of life.

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