Here again
Back at the old Net haunt - West Acres. After a hiatus of over a month I decided I need to catch up on the Net dragons. So far none have been slane. What a shame (or sham perhaps).
Now for another bit from my Ireland trip.
Aer Lingus brought me to Dublin. I had a great seat. Just behind 1st class on the right hand side. So much more room! I have to say Aer Lingus does have some good looking employees. I never really hit it off with any however. As a side note BMI has the best uniforms.
Thinking I would be getting something really good I ordered the Kosher meal. For the life of me I never knew what I was eating and I know Kosher. It seemed like something with matzo meal. Anyways I get to Dublin and go to the city centre. I spend hours just walking around and seeking sourvenirs, which I realized I needed to appease the people back in the states.
Went to see the Book of Kells at Trinity College and did not even know I had seen it. I thought I was looking at another illumintated text.
Soon it was lunch and I was looking for a fish and chip place. I think I got directions a few times but never did find it. Streets in Dublin have a tendency to wind and change names when you least expect.
Exasperated I wander the Temple Bar for something. I happen upon a Persian cafe and eat there.
Fast forward three hours. I am sick. Really sick. I leave part of me in the Dublin airport before flying to Knock where I keel over upon landing. To make matters worse, my friend must have lost track of time and day because she was not there at the tiny airport. I forgive her. She's a really sport!
So needless to say my arrival in the west of Ireland was a bit traumatic. I blame the Kosher and Persian food. They must have been warring with one another.
The Kosher meal back to the states was much better. As was the movie- Oceans 12.
Now for another bit from my Ireland trip.
Aer Lingus brought me to Dublin. I had a great seat. Just behind 1st class on the right hand side. So much more room! I have to say Aer Lingus does have some good looking employees. I never really hit it off with any however. As a side note BMI has the best uniforms.
Thinking I would be getting something really good I ordered the Kosher meal. For the life of me I never knew what I was eating and I know Kosher. It seemed like something with matzo meal. Anyways I get to Dublin and go to the city centre. I spend hours just walking around and seeking sourvenirs, which I realized I needed to appease the people back in the states.
Went to see the Book of Kells at Trinity College and did not even know I had seen it. I thought I was looking at another illumintated text.
Soon it was lunch and I was looking for a fish and chip place. I think I got directions a few times but never did find it. Streets in Dublin have a tendency to wind and change names when you least expect.
Exasperated I wander the Temple Bar for something. I happen upon a Persian cafe and eat there.
Fast forward three hours. I am sick. Really sick. I leave part of me in the Dublin airport before flying to Knock where I keel over upon landing. To make matters worse, my friend must have lost track of time and day because she was not there at the tiny airport. I forgive her. She's a really sport!
So needless to say my arrival in the west of Ireland was a bit traumatic. I blame the Kosher and Persian food. They must have been warring with one another.
The Kosher meal back to the states was much better. As was the movie- Oceans 12.
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