Tuesday, April 5, 2011

The Emerald Isle is real

All the pre-trip stress disappered the second I entered the airport van.

For once there was no more planning.
My entire life. In my backpack.


The plane ride was a journey -a smooth one.
As we flew through the night I rested my pillow next to the window and dozed off..
When I awoke the early sun lit the clouds' edge. In a word, surreal.


Something was awaiting and I knew not what. "I'm going to a new country!" my mind exclaimed.

The captain said Ireland was below us. I couldn't tell -all I saw were clouds.
Thirty minutes later we were descending. And the island showed itself..

I took a bus to Trinity College and wandered around. Got a prepaid phone. Got lost. Got found.

My entire life is in my backpack.

I wonder what happens tomorrow?

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