As Oscar Wilde wrote: "I never travel without my diary. One should always have something sensational to read on the train."
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
To All Of You Back in Yesterday
I am writing you from the Dublin airport. The flight went so quickly I can hardly believe its been seven plus hours since I was home. I sat next to a lovely irish woman who said cheers after just about everything. I have yet to feel weird about the fact that I am thousands of miles from home in a different country, but give it time. The Dublin airport is basically a giant shopping mall with terminals so I am off to do a little browsing, who knows maybe some shopping? I'll write you next (hopefully) from my apartment in Galway, and yes there will be pictures.
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