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Trip Start Jul 25, 2007
Trip End Jun 22, 2007

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Abbey Street Hostel

Flag of United States  , Illinois
Sunday, July 22, 2007

sigh.  you know that feeling after a really great trip, you just don't want to let it go. 

The end of the trip was a whirlwind of travel and planerides, yuck...but 4 more stamps on my passport, yes!  (got a little competition going on)  I arrived back into Dublin Saturday night around 5, so still time to get out there and do something, last night in Europe and all.  I didn't have accomodation planned, so I just took the 16A into the city and looked around O'Connell street close to Temple Bar.  Ended up at Abbey Street Hostel, which was a decent place, and better rates than the Avalon house we stayed at the beginning of the trip.  I was all pumped to get out there, get some food, and then have my one last Guinness.  So I shortly headed out, and went to a place I had heard had the BEST fish and chips...and what's better than getting the BEST fish and chips in the BEST town to get fish and chips, oh man.  When I realized I really didn't have any Euros on me, Pounds yes, Swiss francs yes, US dollars yes.  So I walked all the way there only to realize they only take cash, so I go on my ATM hunt...which was about as easy to find in Dublin as a trashcan is in London.  Needless to say, it took awhile and a lot of walking.  Which gave me just enough time to become frustrated and actually calculate the hours I've slept in the past 4 days...correction I guess I could say the past 30 days, although my math could only go as far as 4 for the moment.  It didn't add to much. (why sleep in Europe, when I can just sleep when i get back?)  But I did go back and get the meal I was craving.  Through all this mess I wandered through Temple Bar weaving in and out of all the "Hen Parties" (bacellorette parties) and the general mess of drunken idiots.  Being Saturday, it was a crazy crowd, unlike the more tame Temple Bar that met us at the beginning of the trip on a Monday night.  So anyway, I decided just to head back, as I was fading fast, unfortunately.  It was about 1230 when I finally finished my walking around and much anticipated meal (which was the best, just to note).  I met the other 3 in my room who were all from Poland.  We talked until about 3am, which defeated the purpose of not going out, but they were a nice group. 
I woke up early this morning, which is now about 21 hours ago. Son of a Bitch! I just realized that!  I've got to stop doing this math.  Anyway, the flight was your normal overseas flight, exept the Irish guy who sat next to me and tried to communicate for 7 hours in the thickest accent I've ever heard.  I didn't hear a word he said, seemed nice though.  I got into Philadelphia and had about and hour and a half until my connecting flight...which I didn't make.  Going through immigration, customs, picking up bag, re-checking bag, and going back through security took 1 hour and 31 minutes, because I sprinted to my gate only to find the walkway slowly backing off the plane I was supposed to be on.  My international flights back always have such a similar story.  Luckily I got on a flight only 2 hours later, and ironically found that my bag was waiting for me when I got there.  So my bag made the flight this time, and I didn't.  Funny how this world seems to be in such a balance as it was exactly the opposite at the begginning. 
So I had the most American meal I could think of in the airport, which was a corndog, fries, and a shake (healthkick starts next week).  I fumbled for a second on which currency to actually loose, and started to get a little sad.  I'm going to miss waking up forgetting what country I'm in, or drinking fanta like water, or making 10 facebook friends in an hour, or leaving stuff at internet cafes.  I'm going to miss all of that.  BUT what can you do except plan the next trip in your head (check). 
Look for posted pictures in a couple days when I get around to it.  For now I suppose I'll get some sleep before my bus to STL in the morning, hopefully faster than I can figure out how many hours of sleep that will be...
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