Our trip to the Dublin Airport was something of an adventure, with directions mixed among the guest house receptionist, a taxi cab driver, Belinda and our own instincts, but we did make it. We were very sad to part ways from the Aussie half of the Aussie Yank Tour Team, they heading to the ferry to go back to Wales and we jumping
immediately into a bit of chaos. There were no automatic machines that
we could use to put our credit card in and print out our tickets, so we
had to stand in a long line. Security was another long line and I
forgot to take my watch off so had to be frisked and they ransacked
Nancy's backpack because of her knitting needles. We didn't understand
what the flight schedule board was saying about our flight, mistakenly
assuming they would post a gate at any moment. We got into the wrong
line to get our value added tax refund, but finally got that done. We
shopped around a bit and ate some lunch at Burger King, watching the board all the
while before deciding to ask what was going on. Lo and behold, those
flying to America had to go through another security routine, apparently
to save us from having to do so when we arrived in the States--so
another long line. Thank goodness we asked before it was too late. The
flight was uneventful and we arrived in Newark early. There was
confusion about which luggage return we were to wait at. In the
meantime, I went into panic mode when I could not find my car keys. They
were right where I thought I put them in my backpack, but I hadn't look
in the right pouch. Getting the car was easy, and soon we were on our
way home. We encounter three traffic jams, all seemingly because three
lanes were merging into two. We arrived home a bit before 9:00PM, which
would be 2:00AM Greenwich Time. Soon thereafter we were asleep.
