I've always wanted to go to Ireland. I don't have a reason why except for the amazing accents. I've always just been drawn to Ireland. I have distant (DISTANT) long dead ancestors from there, but no matter how much I want it, I'm not Irish, so it can't be my homeland calling me back...unfortunately. As a graduation gift, my parents took me and my family to Ireland.
Our trip started off by boarding the plane on time, and then sitting on the plane for an hour because of a cliché Florida thunderstorm. Before we got on the plane, we watched videos of planes being struck by lightning--comforting, right? While we were waiting for the thunderstorm to pass, the little girl behind me and my dad played Let It Go from Frozen and started singing along. I tuned it out, and when I tuned back in about five minutes later, the song was still going and was only in the middle of the song. She had it on repeat. As much as I love that song, I'm not sure I could have handled eight hours of it.
Our plane was supposed to take off at 8:30 pm and arrive in Ireland at 9:30 am which would have been around 4:30 am Florida time, but our plane didn't take off until 9:30 pm.
There were so many Irish passengers that we were surrounded by Irish accents which are my favorite type. I was in love with the trip already.
It seemed like for the first time the airline kept giving passengers food and drinks. I had two meals on the plane which was a first. I've never even had one.
On my dad's TV screen, he played X-Men: Days of Future Past, which I've never seen. Okay, I've never seen any of the X-Men movies. I'm a disgrace, I know. Since he had headphones on I couldn't hear what was being said, and I didn't bother starting it on mine because I was trying to write whenever there wasn't food in front of me. (Like I said, they kept giving us food.) So I put in my earbuds and played Panic! At The Disco and tried to make the movie into multiple music videos.
(Favorite Panic! At The Disco song)
I fell asleep around 1:00 and woke up three hours later. This was 4:00 am my time, but with the cabin lights back on and the sun shining brightly, it felt like 8:00. Plus breakfast was served ten minutes later. It was the weirdest feeling. The opening line to Don't Threaten Me with a Good Time also by Panic! At The Disco explains the feeling nicely.
Since my dad and I were in the emergency exit row, one of the flight attendants sat across from us for take off and landing. By the end of it, she was ready to jump off the plane. It's never a good sign when your flight attendant is the one wanting to escape.
What was really weird for me was that since the airline was Irish, there weren't two different languages on every sign. On American airlines, every sign is listed in English and Spanish.
(This was my first view of the Emerald Isle.)
(Here is a better view of the island.)
I swear we went around in three circles before actually landing in Dublin.
In my next post, I'll give my reaction to the toilets.
Do you live or have been to Ireland? If so, what are your recommendations to do in Southern Ireland?